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FAYOITBITE 


FOR 

JUVENILE  CONCERTS, 

CONTAINING  : 

ETMNS,  TEMPERANCE  ODES,  NATIONAL  SONGS,  k 

AS  TAUGHT  BY 
D  &  J.  F.  KEMMERER. 


PHILADELPHIA 

Plumiy  &  Gkassmann,  Printers,  N.  E.  cor.  8rd  &  Tvace 
1866. 


FOR  THE  USE  OP 


D.  &  J.  F.  EEMMEBEB. 


The  sign  placed  at  the  beginning  of  the  staff  is  called  CLEF. 

There  are  iwo  kinds  of  Clefs,  the  Bass  and  TreJble;  they  are  as  foUow 


BASS,  or 
F  Clef.   


1  ue  lines  and  spaces  of  the  staff  are  named  flrom  first  seven  letters  of  the  alpbr 
bet.  A,  B.  C.  D.  E.  F.  G.  G. 

The  iirst  added  line  below  is  C  ;  the  first  space  below,  D ;  the  first  line,  E  ;  tn* 
first  space,  F ;  the  second  line,  G  ;  the  second  space,  A,  the  third  line.  B  ;  the  thirl 
•Dace,  C  ;  the  fourth  line,  D  :  the  fourth  space,  £  :  the  fifth  line,  F,  the  fint  cpa^ 
above,  G  :  the  first  added  line  aboye,  A.  — 


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}.  RUDIMENTS  OF  MUSIC. 

THE  NOTES. 

The  foliowing  cuaract^,  called  NotUy  are  used  to  indicate  the  leagtb  of  a  soona 


o 

»         ♦  * 

>  — — , 

Whole  note.  Half.      Quarter,      Eighth.   Sixteenth.  Thirty-second. 

THE  RESTS. 

The  following  ciiaraciers  are  called  Rests.    Each  note  has  a  corresponding  rest. 


VV^ol€re^t.  Half    Quarter.      Eighth.     Sixteenth.  Thirty-^condt 

THE  DOTTED  NOTES. 
A  Dot  added  ti  a  note  or  rest,  increases  the  len^h  one-half. 


>r  resL  increases  the  len^h  one-half. 


'  ^^^^^^  ^^^0^ 

-TtT— ^ 


THE  DOTTED  RESTS. 


Those  lines  that  cross  the  slalf^are  called  Bars  ;  aaa  from  one  bar  to  anather  is 
t  Measure. 


Doutie  bar. 


RUDIMENTS  OF  MUSIC. 
The  Sluirp  ^  will  raise  the  sound  of  a  note,  half  tone. 
The  Flat  ^  will  lower  the  sound  of  a  note,  half  tone. 
The  Natural  ^  will  restore  a  note  to  its  original  souna. 


O      #0-  ^S2_ 


Natural.      Sharp.  Natural.  ] 

The  Slur  is  used  to  join  two  or  more  notes  together. 
The  Pause  will  suspend  the  time  of  a  note. 
The  dots  bet\s  een  the  lines,  is  the  sign  of  Repeat. 


THE  DIFFERENT  KINDS  OF  TIME 

rheie  are  three  kinds  of  THnie  ;  that  which  has  two  beats  lu  the  measure,  tb«t 
fcich  has  three  beats,  ana  that  which  has  four  beats. 


1  2  3  1  2  3  4 

D  L  U  D  L  R  U 

THE  TRIPLET. 

The  Triplet,  is  three  notes  slurred  together,  with  a  figure  3  place<7  rwe. 
diem,  and  must  be  sung  in  the  time  of  two  of  the  same  kind. 


RUDIMENTS  OV  MUSIC. 


THE  MAJOR  SCALES. 
The  major  KsXc  has  a  briliiancy  which  does  not  belong  to  the  Mluor 
The  Bcale  in  the  key  of  C. 


1  2      3         4      5  6      7  8 

half  tone.       iTS  half  tone. 

The  halftones  of  the  major  scale  are  between  the  3  and  4—7  and  8. 
The  Harmonics  of  the  scale  are,  1,  3,  5,  and  S. 
The  scale  in  the  key  of  G, 


The  ecale  in  the  key  of  D» 


The  scale  in  the  key  of  A. 


a  7D1MENTS  MUSIC. 
Tha  scale  In  the  key  of  F.  fT' 


1  2      3         4      5  6      7  8 

half  tone,  half  tone. 


Tha  scale  in  the  key 


ofB|> 


1 


1      j2      3  4      6         6       7  8 

half  tone.  half  tone. 


The  scale  in  the  key 


ofE  b 


1 

m 

12       3         4  6 

bhalf  tone. 


5¥ 


I  r 


L!2      3       46         67  8 
half  tone.  half  tone. 


THE  MINOR  SCALE. 
The  Minor  scale  hu  a  sad  or  melancholy  effect. 
The  scale  in  the  kef     A  Minor. 


1        s     3       4     6  e    *  ( 

half  tone.  IfiJtf         _  ^ 

The  sixth  and  seventh  in  tt^.minor  scale  a8C«i4ii>4  fe  n4%"  s» 
tse«adia{  m&ie  oaturtiL 


RUDIMENTS  OF  MU8I0. 


8  V      6      5      4  3      2  ! 

half  tone.  half  tone. 


The  difiference  between  the  major  and  minor  is  the  nature  of  the  intervals  from  th« 
first  to  the  third  note  of  the  scale.  If  that  interval  forms  two  whole  tones,  that  is,  i 
major  third,  the  scale  is  major.  „ . 

If  the  interval  forms  only  a  tone  and  a  half,  that  is,  a  minor  third,  the  scale  ia 
mloor. 

ST«ry  minor  has  its  relative  major,  and  every  major  its  relative  minor  The  rel« 
tS^PES  feare  always  the  same  number  of  signatures  at  the  beginning. 


»£YS  WITH  SHARPS. 

No  sharps  nor  flats  belong  to  C  ; 
One  eharp  the  key  of  G  mast  be ; 

D  has  two  sharps,  and  A  has  three, 
!»  £  are  fonr,  and  nve  in  B ; 

The  Y-sharf)  scale  it  must  have  six. 
^It-jd  fof  Q'Sharp  all  seven  prefix. 


KEYS  WITH  FLATS. 

Y-natural  one  flat  must  take ; 
Two  flats  the  key  of  B-flat  make , 

E-flat  has  three,  and  A-/lat  four, 
And  with  D-ylat  count  still  one  more 

By  six  the  Q'flat  scale  is  known. 
And  C-flat  makes  all  seven  its  owa 


SINGING  BOOK 

FOR, 

jyyEiiliE  COiGEKTSc 

HO,  FOR  THE  GUNBOATS,  HO  ! 

1.  Ho !  for  the  Gunboats,  ho  ! 

Ho  !  for  the  foaming  sea, 
Our  starry  flag  is  floating  there, 

The  emblem  of  the  free ; 
Ho !  for  ihe  Gunboats,  ho  ! 

Ho  !  for  the  rivers  bright, 
There  beam%  the  Star  of  Liberty, 

With  pure  and  holy  light, 
CnoRUS.— Ho  !  for  the  Gunboats,  hoi 

Ho !  for  the  foaming  sea, 
Our  starry  flag  is  floating  there 

The  emblem  of  the  free. 

2.  Ho !  for  the  Gunboats,  ho ! 

Ho !  for  the  ocean  king  ; 
Their  vict'ries  on  the  seas  are  borne 

Upon  the  lightning's  wings  ; 
Ho !  for  their  brows  of  steel, 
In  everv  clime  and  zone, 
The  thunders  of  their  mighty  gunp, 
Shall  shake  the  tyrant's  throne. 
Chorus— Ho!  for  the  Gunboats,  ho!  &c. 
3.    Ho !  for  the  brave  hearts,  ho  ? 
Ho  for  the  stripes  and  stars. 
Before  their  might  the  despot  bows, 

The  prison  door  unbars  ; 
Ho!  for  the  Gunboats,  ho! 

Ho !  for  the  waters  blue, 
To  fi-eedom  and  our  glorius  flag 
We  pledge  ourselves  anew 
Chokus.— Ho!  for  the  Gunboats,  ho  ! 


I»LL  AWAKE  AT  THE  DAWN. 

L  ril  awake  at  dawn  on  the  Sabbath  day, 
For  'tis  wrong  to  doze  holy  time  away, 
With  my  lesson  learned  this  shall  be  my  rule- 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath  School. 


SINGINu  liu^x^  ^ 


S  Birds  awake  betime  every  morn  they  sing, 
Vone  are  tardy  then,  when  the  woods  do  ring, 
Nor  will  I  forget  that  this  is  my  rule, 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath  School. 

3  When  the  summer  sun  wakes  the  flower  again. 
They  the  call  obey,  none  are  tardy  then- 
So  when  Sunday  comes  this  shall  be  my  rule, 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath  School. 


The  dying  child  to  her  mother. 

1.  I  am  so  very  young,  mother 

Yet  I  must  shortly  die; 
I  feel  the  chills  of  death,  mother, 

The  hour  is  drawing  nigh 
When  I  must  bid  adieu  to  all 

The  Bright  and  lovely  things  — 
The  flow'rs,  the  trees,  the  water  fall. 

And  Birds  wuth  golden  wings. 

2.  You  told  me  of  a  land,  mother 

Where  all  good  children  dwell ; 
And  my  dear  father's  there,  mother, 

I'm  sure  I'll  know  him  well  ; 
'  I'll  tell  him  you  will  come  there,  too, 

When^all  your  work  is  o'er, 
And  we  will  there  our  love  renew 

And  ne^er  be  parted  more. 

3.  0,  do  not  weep  so  much,  mother, 

I'm  not  afraid  to  die  — 
My  Saviour  calls  me  home,  mother. 

Far,  far  beyond  the  sky, 
'There  is  no  pain  nor  sickness  there, 
^       To  mar  their  happy  hours  — 
No  joyless  nights,  no  death,  no  care; 

No  cloud  that  darkly  lowers 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS. 


4.    My  breath  is  growing  short,  mother, 

And  death  is  very  near  —  - 
I  hear  sweet  music  now,  mother, 

And  shining  forms  appear  : 
They  now  are  beckoning  me  to  come, 

Where  they  in  glory  dwell : 
1  soon  will  have  a  happier  home ! 

Now  mother,  dear,  farewell. 


Dear  Mother  I've  come  Home  to  Die- 

1 .  Dear  Mother,  I  remember  well; 

The  parting  kiss  you  gave  to  me, 
When  merry  rang  the  village  bell, 

My  heart  was  full  of  joy  and  glee  ; 
I  did  not  dream  that  one  short  year 

Would  crush  the  hopes  that  soar'd  so 
Oh,  Mother,  dear,  draw  near  to  me, 

Dear  Mother  I've  come  home  to  die. 

Chorus. — Call  Sister — Brother — to  my  side, 

'  And  take  your  soldier's  last  good  bye 
Oh,  Mother,  dear,  draw  near  to  me, 
Dear  Mother,  I've  come  home  to  die. 

2.  Dear  Mother,  Sister,  Brother,  all 

One  parting  kiss, — to  all  good  bye  ; 
Weep  not,  but  clasp  your  hand  in  mine, 

And  let  me  like  a  soldier  die  ! 
I've  met  the  foe  upon  the  field. 

Where  kindred  fiercely  did  defy, 
I  fought  for  Right—God  bless  the  flag  ! 

Dear  Mother,  I've  come  home  to  die. 

Chorus. — Call  Sister — Brother — to  my  side, 

And  take  your  soldier's  last  good  bye, 
Oh,  Mother,  dear,  draw  near  to  me, 
Dear  Mother,  I've  come  to  die. 


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SINGING  BOOK  FOR 


My  Boy,  how  can  I  see  you  Die  ? 

1.  My  darliug  "boy  I  little  thought,"  » 

When  last  I  heard  your  merry  tone, 
And  fondly  kissed  your  noble  brow, 

That  death  would  claim  you  as  his  own. 
With  breaking  heart  I^bade  you  go,  my  boy, 

And  weeping,  breathed  a  sad  good  bye. 
You  told^^me  that  you'd  soon  return, 

You  have, — but  oh  !  you've  come  to  die, 

Chorus. — 0  tell  me  not  your  life  is  short,  my  boy, 
I  cannot  say  good  bye, 
Alas !  why  must  I  give  you  up  I 
My  boy  how  can  I  see  you  die ! 

2.  When  fiercely  raged 'the  deadly  strife, 

Throughout  our  fair,  once  peaceful  land, 
Responding  to  your  Country's  call, 

You  joined  a  loyal  gallant  band. 
With  joy  and  pride  I  gazed  upon  you,  boy, 

Your  noble  form  and  flashing  ey, 
For  Freedom's  cause  I  gave  you  up, 

But  Oh !  how  can  I  see  you  die  ? 

Chorus. — Home  to  die,  &c. 

3  •    You  bid  me  now  no  longer  weep. 

You  say  you'll  like  a  soldier  die, 
■  How  can  I  stay  the  falling  tear  ? 
Alas  !  how  can  I  say  good  bye  ? 
But  I  will  try  to  do  the  will,  my  boy. 
Of  Him  who  dwells  above  the  sky, 
And  strive  to  say,  Thy  will  be  done, 
But  ah  !  t'is  hard  to  see  you  die. 

C  HORps.—Home  to  die.  &c. 


JUVENILE  OONCERTS. 


The  S.  S.  S.  Experience. 

I     'Pwas  on  a  Sabbath  morning, — 

When  not  a  cloud  was  seen 
With  beauty,  earth  adorning, 

Fair  nature  smil'd  serene, 
Far  from  my  home  I  wanderM, 

To  seek  some  earthly  toy, 
And  in  my  mind  I  ponder'd. 

Oh,  what  can  yield  me  joy  ^ 
I  saw  a  form  advancing 

With  a  peculiar  grace, 
On  me  her  eyes  were  glancing. 

While  pity  deck'd  her  face. 
She  spoke  in  accents  tender. 

Of  Jesus'  -love  to  me, 
To  him  my  heart  to  render. 

And  humbly  bow  the  knefv 

3  Her  prayer  to  God  ascended  — 

"Lord  bless  the  wandering  child;" 
And  soon  our  hands  were  blended. 

For  joy  I  wept  and  smil'd. 
To  Sabbath  School  she  led  m^?. 

And  there  1  learned  to  pray, 
To  read  the  Holy  Bible, 

And  keep  the  Sabbath  Day 

4  i  love  my  school  and  Teachers, 

And  all  my  fellow  youth 
I  love  the  faithful  Preachers, 

Who  teach  us  heavenly  truth, 
I  love  the  Sacred  Temple, 

And  those  who  worship  there 
£'il  follow  their  example, 

And  join  in  praise  and  prayer^ 


SINGING  BOOK  FOR 

SILENCE!  SILENCE! 

Silence,  silence,  make  no  noise  nor  stir  ! 
Silence,  silence,  make  no  noise  nor  stir ! 

For  in  yon  bower  there  above, 

Sleeps  my  gentle  lady  love., 
Silence,  silence,  make  no  noise  nor  stir ; 

That  in  peace,  that  in  peace. 
She  may  slumber  sweetly  on; 

That  in  peace,  that  in  peace,  she  sleep. 
Silence,  silence,  make  no  noise  nor  stir! 
Silence,  silence,  make  no  noise  nor  stir  ! 

For  nature  list's  with  anxious  ear, 

Her  gentle  slumb'ring  breath  to  hear 
Silence,  silence,  make  no  noise  nor  stir. 

Soft  in  peace,  soft  in  peace. 
Slumber,  fair  one,  sweetly  on ;  * 

Soft  in  peace,  soft  in  peace,  sleep  on 
Softly,  softly,  lightly,  gently  tread  I 
Softly,  softly,  lightly,  gently  tread  ; 

And  ere  the  break  of  wak'ning  day, 

Softly,  lightly,  move  away. 
S©ftly,  softly,  lightly,  gently  tread 

Rest  in  peace,  rest  in  peace, 
Slumb'ring  maiden,  love  of  mine, 

Rest  in  peace,  rest  in  peace,  farewell. 


That's  what's  the  matter. 

1.  We  live  in  hard  and  stirring  times. 
Too  sad  for  mirth,  too  rough  for  rhymes, 
For  songs  of  peace  have  lost  their  chimes, 

And  that's  what's  the  matter. 
The  men  we  held  as  brothers  true, 
Have  turned  into  a  rebel  crew, 
So  now  we  have  to  put  them  througb, 
And  that's  what's  the  matter. 


JUVENILE  CONOEETS. 


Chorus— That's  what's  the  matter, 
The  rabels  have  to  scatter, 
We'll  make  them  flee  by  land  and  s©a, 
And  that's  what's  the  matter^ 

2.  Oh  I  yes  we  thought  our  neighbors  tni«, 
Indulg'd  them  as  their  mothers  do; 

Ihey  stormed  our  bright  Eed,  White  and  Blae, 

And  that's  what's  the  matter. 
We'll  never  give  np  what  we  gain, 
For  now  we  know  we  must  maintain 
Our  laws  and  rights  with  might  and  main; 
And  thats'  what's  the  matter* 
Cliorus—That's  what's  the  matter,  etc, 

3.  The  Merrimac,  with  heavy  sway 
Had  made  our  fleet  an  easy  prey— 
The  Monitor  got  in  the  way, 

And  that's  what's  the  matter. 
So  health  to  Captain  Erricsson, 
I  cannot  tell  all  he  has  done, 
I'd  never  stop  when  once  begun, 
And  that's  what's  the  matter. 
Chorus—That's  what's  the  matter,  etc. 

4.  We've  heard  of  Gen'ral  Beauregard, 
And  thought  he'd  fight  us  long  and  hard, 
But  he  has  play'd  out  his  last  card. 

And  that's  what's  the  matter. 
So  what's  the  use  to  fret  and  pout. 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  people  shout- 
Secession  dodge  is  all  play'd  out, 
And  that's  what's  the  matter. 
Chorus— That's  what's  the  matter,  etc. 


Silent  night. 
Silent  night,  hallowed  night, 

Loud  and  deep  silent  sleep. 
Softly  glitters  bright  Bethlehem's  star 
Beckoning  Israel's  eye  from  afar, 

Where  the  Saviour  is  born. 
Silent  night,  hallowed  night, 

On  the  plain  wake  the  strain. 
Sang  by  heavenly  harbingers  bright 


ir>  '  SINaiN(5  BOOK  FOR 


Fraught  with  tidings  of  boundless  delight 
Jesus,  the  saviour  has  come* 

Silent  night,  hallowed  night, 

Earth  awake,  silence  break, 
High  your  anthems  of  melody  raise. 
Sing  to  Heaven  in  cordial  praise^ 
Peace  forever  shall  reign. 


Our  Father  in  Heaven, 

Our  father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy  name, 
May  thy  kingdom'  all  holy,  on  earth  be  the  same, 
O  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread, 
I-t  is  from  thy  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed. 
Forgive  our  trangressions  and  teach  us  to  know, 
That  bumble  compassion  that  pardons  each  foe, 
Save  us  from  temptation^  from  weakness  and  sin. 
And  bine  be  thje  glory,  for  ever  :  Amen. 


The  Soldier  to  his  Mother 

1.  Ob  the  field  of  battle,  mother, 
All  the  night  alone  I  lay, 
Angels  watching  o^er  me,  mother. 

Till  the  breaking  of  the  day, 
I  lay  thinking  cf  you,  mother, 
And  the  loving  ones  at  home, 
Till  to  our  dear  cottage,  mother, 
Boy  again  I  seemed  to  come. 

%  He  tO"  whom  yoa  taught  me,  mother. 

On  my  infant  knee  to  pray, 
Kept  my  heart  from  fainting,  mother^ 

When  the  vision  passed  away. 
3n  the  gray  of  morning,  mother, 

Comrades  bore  me  to  the  town; 
From  my  bosom  tender  fingers 

Washed  the  Mood  that  tricklevi  dowsi 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS. 


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3.  I  must  soon  be  going,  mother, 

Going  to  the  home  of  rest, 
Kiss  me,  as  of  old,  my  mother, 

Press  me  nearer  to  your  breast. 
Would  I  could  repay  you,  mother, 

For  your  faithful  love  and  care: 
God  uphold  and  bless  you,  mother, 

In  this  bitter  woe  you  bear. 

4.  Kiss  for  me  my  little  brother, 

Kiss  my  sisters,  loved  so  well ; 
When  you  sit  together,  mother, 

Tell  them  how  their  brother  felL 
Tell  to  them  the  story,  mother, 
When  I  sleep  beneath  the  sod, 
^That  I  died  to  save  my  country, 
*  All  from  love  to  her  and  God. 

6.  Leaning  on  the  merit,  mother, 

Of  the  One  who  died  for  all. 
Peace  is  in  my  bosom,  mother,— 

Hark !  I  hear  the  angels  call ! 
DonH  you  hear  them  singing,  mother, 

Listen  to  the  music's  swell ! 
Now  I  leave  you,  loving  mother — 

God  be  with  you — fare  you  well. 


Little  Edward. 

God  intrusts  to  all  Talents  few  or  many ; 
None  so  young  and  small  that  they  have  not  any  , 
Though  the  great  and  wise  have  a  greater  number  ♦ 
Yet  my  one  I  prize,  and  it  must  not  slumber. 

God  will  surely  ask,  ere  I  enter  Heaven, 
Have  I  done  the  task  which  to  me  was  given? 
Little  drops  of  rain  bring^the  springing  flowers 
4nd  I  may  attain  much  by  I'Atle  powers. 

Every  little  mite,  every  little  measure, 
Helps  to  spread  the  light,  helps  to  swell  the  treas- 
God  intrusts  to  all  talents  few  or  many ;  (ure. 
None  so  young  and  small  that  the^^  have  not  any. 


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SINGING  BOOK  FOR 


The  Flag  of  the  Free. 

Nobly  our  flag  flutters  o'er  us  to  day, 
Emblem  of  peace,  pledge  of  Liberty's  sway, 

Its  foes  shall  tremble  and  shrink  in  dismay 

If  e'ei  insulted  it  be! 
Our  "  stripes  and  stars"  lov'd  and  honor'd  by  all 
ghall  float  forevor  where  freedom  may  call, 

It  still  shall  be  the  flag  of  the  free, 

Emblem  of  sweet  liberty. 
Cho  us.— ^Here  we  will  gather  its  cause  to  defend, 
Let  patriots  rally  and  wise  counsels  lend. 
It  still  shall  be  the  flag  of  the  free, 
Emblem  of  sweet  liberty. 

With  it  in  beauty  no  flag  can  compare, 
All  nations  honor  our  banner  so  fair, 

If  to  insult  it,  a  traitor  should  dare 

Crushed  to  the  earth  let  him  be  ! 
"  Freedom  and  Progress  "  our  watchword  to  day, 
When  duty  calls  us,  who  dares  disobey. 

Honor  to  thee,  thou  flag  of  the  free, 

Emblem  of  sweet  liberty. 
Chorus. — Here  we  will  gather,  &c. 


LET  US  CHEEEFTJL  BE. 

Schoolmates,  let  us  cheerful  be  ; 

Cheerful  be,  cheerful  be ; 
Schoolmates,  let  us  cheerful  be  ; 

Cheerful  ....  all  the  day. 
What,  if  lessons  do  perplex  us? 
What,  if  others  sometimes  vex  us 
Oh  be  pleasant,  kind,  and  true, 
In  our  work  and  play. 

Tral  la  la  la  la, 

Tra  la  la  la  la  la  ;  la  a  la. 

Schoolmates,  sometime  we  must  part, 
We  must  part,  we  must  part, 

Schoolmates,  sometime  we  must  part, 
And  our  school  be  o'er. 


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Then  speak  kindly  to  each  other, 
As  a  sister,  or  a  brother ; 
Cheerful,  pleasant,  loving  be, 
Loving  evermore  !  Tral  la,  &c. 

We  come  again. 

1.  We  come  again  with  songs  to  greet  you, 
To  feel  the  warmth  of  every  heart, 

In  happiness  we  smile  to  meet  you, 
Yet  sigh  to  think  so  soon  we  part. 

Chorus  :  We  come,  we  come,  we  come  with  song  to  greet  you, 
We  come,  we  come,  we  come,  we  come  again. 

2.  But  now  again  we  meet  in  gladness, 
To  wipe  the  tear  from  every  eye  ; 
Come  banish  from  the  heart  all  sadness. 
Nor  let  a  sorrow  cause  a  sigh. 

We  come,  we  come,  &c. 

3.  Oh  !  hearts  like  these  we  long  shall  cherish, 
While  singing  e'er  our  native  strain  : 
Not  one  remembrance  e'er  shall  perish, 
Till  we  shall  happily  meet  again.  \ 

We  come,  we  come,  &c. 

German  Chorus. 
Kompt  Breeder  kompt  weer  Eilen  fort, 

Nauch  Nie  Yaru-sau-lem, 
Far-mar-rickt  Ere  nicht  dee  gild-na  Pfort, 

Dee  dorten  for  eich  glimpt, 
Ine  saylich-ar  ort  ist  mine  Fawder  laund, 

Ich  winsha  so  sayre  tsoo  sine  daur, 
Kom  angel  oond  reiche  meer  de  haund, 

Oond  bring  mich  dame  orta  bauld  nau. 
Dort  sing-en  weer  yau  imer  dau, 

De  shanesta  mel  o  dee, 
Dee  nemaules  dau  chasoongen  waar, 
Ihm  gaunzen  laben  dau, 
Ine  saylich-ar  ort,  &c« 


1. 


2, 


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SINGING  BOOK  FOR 


MOUNTAINEER'S  FAREWELL. 

I  have  come  from  the  mountains  of  the  "Old  Granite 
State," 

Where  the  hills  are  so  lofty,  magnificent  and  great; 
I  have  let't  kindred  spirits  in  the  land  of  the  blest,  > 
When  I  bade  them  adieu  for  the  far  distant  West. 
O,  thy  mountains!  O,  thy  vallies!  in  my  own 

native  State ; 
I  have  come  from  the  mountains  of  the  **  Old 
Granite  State, 
Where  the  hills  are  so  lofty,  magnificent,  and  great. 

0  thy  hills  and  thy  vallies  are  sacred  all  to  me, 
No  matter  what  in  lands  of  others  I  may  see, 

1  may  view  scenes  so  sunny,  so  fair  and  so  smooth, 
Then  I'll  think  of  my  cottage  that  stands  in  the  grove. 

0,  my  childhood  !  O,  that  homestead  !  in  my  own 

native  State; 
O,  thy  hills  and  thy  vallies  are  sacred  all  to  me, 
No  matter  what  in  lands  of  others  I  may  see. 
4  mother  dear  I've  lost,  she's  gone  to  the  grave; 
She  was  the  dearest  blessing  that  God  ever  gave, 
Now  I  go  to  the  spot,  where  buried  is  the  loved. 
And  I  seem  to  hear  her  singing  wath  the  Angels 
above. 

0,  my  mother !  I  bless  her  ashes,  in  my  own 

native  State; 
A  mother  dear  I've  lost,  she's  gone  to  the  grave ; 
She  left  her  Orphan  weeping,  to  go  to  God  who 

gave. 

Good  Night. 

1.  Good  night,  one  song  before  we  part, 

In  friendship  and  delight ; 
May  love  flow  sweetly  from  heart  to  heart, 
And  each  bid  all — good  night, 


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Good  night,  dear  friends,  good  night : 
Good  night,  dear  friends,  good  night: 

May  love  flow  sweetly  from  heart  to  heart, 
And  each  bid  all — good  night. 
liJ.    Good  night  dear  friends,  may  happy  days 
Make  every  vision  bright  ^ 

And  each  one  bathe  in  the  golden  rays, 
Where  none  will  say  good  night, 
Good  night,  dear  friends,  good  night, 
Good  night,  dear  friends,  good  night ; 

And  each  one  bathe  in  the  golden  rays, 
Where  none  will  say  good  nighty 

Lovely  Rose. 

1.  Of  late  so  brightly  glowing,  lovely  rose, 
We  here  beheld  thee  growing,  lovely  rose, 
Thou  seem'st  some  angel's  care. 

Summer's  breath  was  warm  around  thee, 
Summer's  beam  with  beauty  crown'd  thee, 
So  sweetly  fair. 

2.  The  blast  to  rudely  blowing,  lovely  rose, 
Thy  tender  form  o'erthrowing,  lovely  rose, 
Alas  !  hath  laid  thee  low, 

Now  amid  thy  native  bed, 
Envious  weeds,  with  branches  spread, 
Unkindly  grow. 

MORNING'S  RUDDY  BEAMS, 

Mornings  ruddy  beams 
Tints  the  eastern  sky, 

CJp  comrades  up  and  climb  the  mountains  high, 
Let  the  sluggard  sleep,  for  slumber  we  must  shun 
Daylight  is  dawning,  yonder  must  be  won. 
Hark!  Hark!  the  merry  bugle  sounding. 
Chides  our  delay,  chides  our  delay. 
Haste,  haste  through  rocks  and  hills  rebounding 


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SINGING  BOOK  FOR 


While  each  gallant  hunter  singles  out  its  prey. 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la. 
2.    Evening's  gentle  ray, 
Fills  the  glooming  west, 
While  each  gallant  hunter 
*  Sighs  for  home  and  rest, 
Gaily  in  our  toil,  roving  light  and  free, 
While  each  gallant  hunter 
Sighs  for  home  and  me. 
Hark!  &c. 

The  Gem  of  Temperance. 

1.  G  Temperance  the  gem  of  the  nation, 

The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 
The  shrine  of  each  patriots  devotion, 

A  world  offers  homage  to  thee, 
Thy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble, 

When  liberty's  form  stands  in  view, 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 

When  borne  by  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

2.  Cold  water,  cold  water  bring  hither, 

And  fill  up  the  cup  to  the  brim. 
May  the  wreath  it  has  won  ne'er  wither, 

Nor  the  star  of  its  glory  grov7  dim ; 
May  the  subjects  united  ne'er  sever. 

But  they  to  their  colors  prove  true, 
The  Army  and  Navy  for  ever, 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

PLEASUEE  OF  WAE.^ 
1.  When  the  glittering  banner  is  flying. 

When  the  proud  prancing  war-horse  is  neighing, 
And  the  echoes  to  music  replying. 

Then  each  youth  thinks  of  glory  and  fame. 
When  the  trumpet  and  cymbal  are  sounding, 
When  the  drum  to  the  beat  is  resounding, 


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Ana  the  foot  to  the  march  lightly  bounding, 

Then  iiuw  Caii  is  the  pomp  to  our  eyes. 
When  'mid  wounded,  and  bleeding,  and  dying, 
Who  unknown,  and  unsuccored,  are  lying, 
While  the  night-wind  is  mournfully  sighing, 
Ah!  who  then  thinks  of  glory  or  fame. 


BATTLE  CEY  OF  FREEDOM  OR  WE'LL  RALLY  ROUND 

THE  FLAG,  BOYS. 
Yes  we'll  rally  round  the  flag,  boys,  we'll  rally  once  again, 

Shouting  tha  battle  cry  of  freedom ; 
We  will  rally  from  the  hill-side,  we'll  gather  from  the 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom.  (plain, 
Chorus. -The  Union  forever,  hurrah,  boys,  hurrah! 

Down  with  the  traitor,  up  with  the  star ; 
While  we  rally  round  the  flag,  boys,  rally 

(once  again. 
Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom. 
We  are  springing  to  the  call  for  Three  Hundred  Thou- 

(sand  more, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom, 
And  we'll  fill  the  vacant  ranks  of  our  brothers  gone  be- 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom.  (fore. 

Chorus. — The  Union  forever,  &c. 
We  will  welcome  to  our  numbers  the  loyal,  true  and  brave 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom  ; 
And  altho'  he  may  be  poor,  he  shall  never  be  a  slave, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom. 

Chorus. — The  Union  forever,  &c. 
So  we're  springing  to  the  call  from  the  East  and  from  the 

Shouting  the  battte  cry  of  freedom  ;  (West, 
And  we'll  hurl  the  rebel  crew  from  the  land  we  love  the 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom.  (best, 

Chorus.— The  Union  forever,  &c. 


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SINGING  BOOK  FOR 


Overboard  tKo  t©a  it  ^000* 

1.  Oh  !  take  your  taxers  home,  King  Georg 

Their  tyrant  rule  is  o'er ; 
We  love  our  cup  of  tea  quite  well, 

But  we  love  our  freedom  more. 
Then  overboard  it  goes,  my  boys  ] 
Where  darkling  waters  roar ; 
W^e  love  our  cup  of  tea  full  wel 
But  we  love  our  freedom  more 

2.  So  then  we'll  steep  our  roots  and  herbs, 

And  turn  yours  in  the  sea, 
And  let  the  shrimps  and  porpoises 
Pay  your  taxes  on  your  tea. 

Then  overboard  it  goes,  my  boys,  &c. 

3.  We'll  let  the  shrimps  and  all  such  like 
Drink  yours  down  in  the  sea; 

We  Yankee  boys  are  on  a  strike. 
And  we'll  pay  no  tax  on  tea. 

Then  overboard  it  'loes,  my  boys,  &c. 


Be  earful  of  your  Money,  Boys. 

When  life  is  full  of  health  and  glee, 

Work,  thou  as  busy  as  a  bee ; 

And  take  this  gentle  hint  from  me, — 

Be  careful  of  your  money. 

Be  careful  of  your  money,  boys, 

Be  careful  of  your  money. 

You'll  find  it  true  that  friends  are  few» 

When  you  are  short  of  money» 

2      But  do  not  shut  sweet  mercy's  door, 
Nor  coldly  turn  away  the  poor, — 
To  help  the  needy  from  your  store, 
Be  careful  of  your  money, 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS, 


Be  careful  of  your  money,  boys, 
Be  careful  of  your  money, 
To  help  the  poor  that  seek  your  door, 
Be  careful  of  your  money* 


IN  OLDEN  TIMES. 

1.  In  olden  times  when  boys  were  wild 
On  English  soil  a  rose  a  child, 

His  name  was  Robert,  true  and  mild 
So  loving,  loving  and  good. 
Chorus.  Then  away!  away  I  our  cause  is  grown  stronger, 
Away!  away!  to  the  Sunday  School. 
Then  away !  away  !  we  can't  wait  any  longer, 
Away  to  the  Sunday  School. 

2.  As  Robert  Raikes  walked  out  one  day, 
To  see  if  children  were  at  play, 

•  Some  boys  were  seen  on  Sabbath  day, 
A  playing,  playing — Ah  me. 
Cho.   Then  away!  away!  &c. 

3.  In  seventeen  hundred  eighty-one. 
Across  the  sea  in  Qlous'ter  town, 
The  glorious  Sunday  School  began  ; 
Its  coming !  coming !  along. 

Cho.  Then  away!  away!  &c. 

4.  0,  how  this  little  fire  has  spread, 
And  warmed  to  life  the  carnal  dead. 
And  brought  them  to  our  living  Head,— 
So  loving,  loving  and  g®od; 

Cho.   Then  away!  away!  &c, 

5.  Come,  parents,  teachers,  one  and  all : 
And  never  think  the  work  is  small 
But  listen  to  the  heavenly  call 

Be  workers,  workers  to  day  ; 
CflO.  Then  away  I  away!  Ac. 

6.  "When  storms  are  past,  and  work  is  o'er 
And  Sunday  Schools  shall  be  no  more, 
We'll  gather  on  the  golden  shore, 
Singing  glory  glory  to  God  ;  ^ 

Dno.   Then  away!  away!  &c. 

7.  Then  what  a  glorious  sight  'twill  be, 
To  see  the  millions  of  the  free 

All  happy  in  eternity,  — 
So  welcome,  welcome  the  day  I 
Cho.   Then  ftway !  away !  &c. 


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SINGING  BOOK  FOR 


REVELIE. 

This  night  we'll  join  the  Revelie, 
The  moon  shines  on  the  glassy  sea, 
And  then  no  more  prize  for  thee, 
Our  infant  Revelie; 

CHORUS. 

For  Lubin  is  a  fairy  king, 
His  birth-right  place  domestic  ring, 
To  join  in  the  festal  song, 
To  deck  each  happy  morn, 

Come  hasten  to  share  the  variagate  festival,  :[| 
II :  Spirits  of  air,  and  hills  of  the  earth,  :11 
||:  This  is  the  hour  of  fashionable  Revelie,:]] 
II ;  Join  in  the  pleasure  of  mirth.  ;1| 
Tal,  lal,  &c. 

The  myrtle  and  the  jesamine. 

The  persian  flower,  the  wild  wood  pine, 

With  roses  red  and  white  combined, 

To  deck  each  happy  morn. 
For  Lubin  is  a  fairy  king,  &c. 


MUSIC  IN  THE  AIR. 

There's  music  in  the  air  when  the  infant  morn  is  nigh, 

And  faint  its  blush  is  seen  on  the  bright  and  laughing  sky. 
Many  a  harp's  elastic  sound,  with  its  thrill  of  joy  profound, 
While  we  list  enckanted  there  to  the  music  in  the  air. 

There's  music  in  the  air  when  the  noontide's  sultry  beam 
Reflects  a  golden  light  on  the  distant  mountain  stream. 
When  beneath  some  grateful  shade  sorrow's  aching  head  is  laid, 
Sweetly  to  the  spirit  there  cemes  the  music  in  the  air. 

There's  music  in  the  air  when  the  twilight's  gentle  sigh 
Is  lost  on  evening's  breast,  as  its  pensive  beauties  die. 
Then,  oh !  then,  the  loved  ones  gone  make  the  pure  celestial  song ; 
Angel  voices  greet  us  there,  in  the  music  of  the  air. 


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NEARER  BY£HOME. 
A  crown  of  glory  bright,  by  faith  I  see 
In  yonder  realms  of  light  prepaired  for'  me, 

Chor.— I'm  nearer  my  home,  nearer  my  home, 
Nearer  my  home  to  day  ; 
Yes  !  nearer  my  home  in  heav'n  to  day 
Than  ever  I've  been  before. 
0  may  I  faithful  prove,  and  keep  the  crown  in  view 
And  through  the  storms  of  life  my  way  pursue. 
Jesus  be  thou  my  gui^le,  my  steps  attend 
Oh  keep  me  near  thy  side  be  thou  my  friend, 
Be  thou  my  shield  and  sun,  my  Saviour  and  my 

[guard  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done,  my  great  reward. 


The  hunters. 

1.  We  roam  through  forest  shades, 

We  clamber  o'er  the  mount; 
We  come  through  summer  glades, 
To  rest  beside  the  fount. 
10, — Boldly  we  roam  all  the  day,  the  mountain ; 
-  Fearless  we  wander  where  the  glaciers  shine, 
Joyous,  at  eve,  we  seek  the  fountain, 
Maids  of  the  valley,  there  with  you  to  recline* 
La,  la  la  la  la  la,  la  la  la  la  la  la^ 

2,  The  rays  of  sunset  gild 

The  lakelet's  glassy  breast; 
The  purple  air  is  stilled  ; 

All  things  invite  to  rest^ 
Boldly  we  roam,  &c» 
3*    On  glancing,  gorgeous  wings, 

The  swallows  sweeping  glide; 
Each  bright  bird  sweetly  sings, 

This  gentle  eventide, 
Boldly  we  roam,  &c. 


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The  foot  traveler, 

1,    On  foot  I  gaily  take  my  way, 

Ju  he,  ju  he,  ju  he  ! 
O'er  mountains  bare  and  meadows  gay, 

Ju  he,  ju  he,  ju  he, 
And  he  who  is  not  of  my  mind. 
Another  travling  mate  may  find. 
He  cannot  go  with  me,  he  cannot  go  with  me, 

Ju  he,  ju  he,  ju  he,  Tra  la  la  la  la, 

Ju  he,  ju  he,  Tra  la  la  la  la. 
2«    This  is  the  merry  singer's  way,  ju  he  ! 
His  footpath  is  with  roses  gay,  ju  he ! 
In  every  land  where  song  is  known, 
Where  music  meets  an  answering  tone, 
That  land  his  own  must  be, 

Ju  he,  ju  he,  &c» 
3*    Foot-travel  to  the  gay  is  sweet,  ju  he  ! 

But  heavy  hearts  make  heavy  feet,  ju  he  !*  - 
The  man  who  loves  the  sunshine  bright, 
And  never  peeps  behind  for  night. 
That  is  the  man  for  me, 

Ju  he,  ju  he,  &c. 


TheMinstreK 

The  Minstrel  saw,  as  damp  the  night  descended, 

From  far  the  taper's  cheering  ray ; 
Then  seized  his  lute  with  hasty  hand  and  entered, 

Where  friendship's  smiles  invite  his  stay, 
The  Minstrel  knew  where  sweetest  roses  brightly 
blow. 

The  minstrel  knew  where  fondest,  truest  bosoms 
glow; 

Yet  must  he  with  the  e&-rliest  dawn  of  morning. 
O'er  hill  and  dale  a  v^anderer  go 


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Sweet  were  the  songs  thatgraced  that  happy  meeting, 

And  filled  the  friend  with  true  delight; 

IJe  sang  of  sweet,  domestic  social  pleasures. 

And  bonds  which  friendly  hearts  unite, 
The  Minstrel  knew  where  sweetest  roses,  &c. 
With  mornmg  dawn,  the  joyous  meeting  ending, 

The  Minstrel  wanders  on  his  way, 
O'er  forest'glades  and  mountains,  gaily  singing, 

Till  echo  answers  back  the  lay, 
The  Minstrel  knew  where  sweetest  roses,  &c. 


MOBN  AMID  THE  MOUNTAINS. 

1.  Morn  amid  the  Mountains, 

Love-ly  solitude ! 
Gushing  streams  and  fountains 
Murmur  "  God  is  good." 
:  Mur-mur,  mur-mur,  mur-mur  "  God  is  good.": 

2,  Now,  the  glad  sun  breaking. 

Pours  a  golden  flood  ; 
Deepest  vales  awaking, 
Echo,  "  God  is  good.'* 
Chorus — Echo,  echo,  echo  "God  is  good." 
3  Hymns  of  praise  are  ringing 
Through  the  leafy  wood  ; 
Songsters  sweetly  singing 
Warble  "  God  is  good." 
Chorus — Warble,  &c. 

4.  Wake,  and  join  the  chorus, 
Child,  with  soul  endued; 
God,  whose -smile  is  o'er  us, 
Evermore  is  good. 
Ever,  ever,  evermore  is  good. 


SINGING  BOOK  FOR 


WHEH  THIS  CRUEL  WAR  IS  OVER. 


Dearest  love  do  you  remember 

When  we  last  did  meet, 
How  you  told  me  that  you  loved  me, 

Kneeling  at  my  feet  ? 
Oh  !  how  proud  you  stood  before  me, 

In  your  suit  of  blue, . 
When  you  vow'd  to  me  and  country, 
Ever  to  be  true. 

Weeping,  sad  and  lonely, 

Hopes  and  fears,  how  vain. 
Yet  praying  when  this  cruel  war  is  over 
Praying  !  that  we  meet  again. 

When  the  summer  breeze  is  sighing, 

Mournfully,  along ! 
Or  when  autumn  leaves  are  falling, 

Sadly  breathes  the  song. 
Oft  in  dreams  1  see  thee  lying 

On  the  battle  plain. 
Lonely,  wounded,  even  dying ; 

Calling,  but  in  vain. 

Weeping,  sad  and  lonely,  &c. 

If  an.  id  the  din  of  battle. 

Nobly  you  should  fall. 
Far  away  from  those  who  love  you, 

None  to  hear  you  call. 
Who  would  whisper  words  of  comfort, 

Who  would  soothe  your  pain  ? 
Ah  !  the  many  cruei  fancies 

Ever  brain. 

•Weeping,  sad  and  lonely,  &c. 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS. 


But  our  country  called  you,  darling, 

Angels  cheer  your  way, 
While  our  nation's  sons  are  fighting. 

We  can  only  pray. 
Nobly  strike  for  God  and  liberty, 

Let  all  nations  see 
How  we  love  our  starry  banner, 

Emblem  of  the  free. 

Weeping,  sad  and  lonely,  &o. 


TEE  SABBATH  BELL. 

1  Sv^eetly  the  Sabbath  bell  steals  on  the  air, 

That  in  the  house  of  God  bids  us  appear, 
"Children  of  God,'*  it  seems  softly  to  say, 
Haste  away,  haste  away,  haste,  haste  away 

2  Oft  as  the  Sabbath  chimes  summon  to  pray. 

May  we  their  holy  call  gladly  obey ! 
Then  when  the  last  sad  bell  for  us  shall  sound 
Ready  all,  ready  all,  may  we  be  found. 


SUNDAYS  SCHOLARS  INVITATION. 

Come,  come,  come ! 

Don't  delay,  haste  away. 

To  the  Sabbath  school  to-day  ; 

Here  to  meet,  and  to  greet. 

All  in  friendship  sweet. 

Come,  while  yet  the  dews  of  morn 

Nature  all  with  gems  adorn ; 

Be  in  time,  rain  or  shine — 

Order  is  divine. 
To  the  happy,  happy  school, 
Joyous,  joyous  Sabbath  school 
Be  in  time,  rain  or  shine- 
Order  is  divine. 


SINGING  BOOK  FOR 


Come,  come,  come! 

Not  a  tear — naught  of  fear 

Nor  of  sorrow  is  found  here 

Faces  bright,  tempers  right, 

O  the  happy  sight ! 

Health  and  beauty  all  around, 

And  no  harsh  or  jarrifig  sound  ! 

Light  and  free,  full  of  glee, 

All  is  harmony  Chorus, — O  the  happy,  &c 

Come,  come,  come ! 

Keep  the  way,  do  not  stray, 

Tis  the  holy  Sabbath  day  ! 

Hie  along — join  the  throng 

in  their  grateful  song. 

Hither  come  !  who  would  decline 

Bliss  so  rare  and  joys  divine  ? 

Pleasures  pure,  that  endure. 

All  may  here  secure.  Chorus.-O  the  happy  &c. 

The  Sailor  Boy's  Carol. 
There's  joy  upon  the  sparkling  sea ; 
For,  blithe  and  gay,  the  sailor  tells 
Of  many  hours  where  pleasure  dwells] 
Who  so  happy — who  so  free ! 

Hurra !  hurra !  hurra  !  hurra 
List  to  the  note — list  to  the  song 
Marked  with  gayest  measure ; 
Thoughts  of  his  home — thoughts  of  his  home, 
Bring  their  truest  pleasure. 

La  la  la  la,  la  la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, — la  la 
La  la  la  la,  la  la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, — la  la 
Though  tempests  move  the  boundless  rnain^ 
His  song  is  heard  amid  the  gale 
That  swells  the  vess'ers  graceful  sail. 
Dear  the  feeling,  sweet  the  strain! 
Hurra  !  hurra !  &c. 


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NO  ONE  TO  LOVE. 

1.  No  one  to  love,  none  to  caress, 

Roaming  alone  through  this  world's  wilderness, 
Sad  is  my  heart,  joy  is  unknown, 
For  in  my  sorrow  I'm  weeping  alone; 
•  No  gentle  voice,  no  tender  smile, 
Makes  me  rejoice,  or  cares  beguile, 
Chorus, — No  one  to  love,  n®ne  to  caress,  [ness. 

Roaming  alone  through  tliis  world's  wiider- 

2.  In  dreams  alone,  loved  ones  I  see, 

And  well  known  voices  then  whisper  to  me; 
Sighing  I  wake,  waking  I  weep; 
Soon  with  the  loved  and  the  lost  I  shall  sleep. 
Oh,  blissful  rest!    What  heart  would  stay, 
Unloved,  unbless'd,  from  heaven  away? 
CnoE-us, — No  one  to  love,  &c. 

3.  No  one  to  love,  none  to  caress. 

None  to  respond  to  this  heart's  tenderness! 
Trusting,  I  wait :  God  in  his  love 
Promises  rest  in  his  mansions  above: 
Oh,  bliss  in  store,  Oh,  joy  mine  own, 
There  never  more  to  weep  alone ! 
Chorus, — No  one  to  love,  &c. 


STAR-SPAKGLED  BANKER. 

1,  O  say  can  you  see  by  the  dawn's  early  light, 
What  so  proudly  we  hailed  at  the  twilight's  last  gleaming 
Whose  stripes  and  bright  stars  through  the  perilous  fi^ht, 
On  the  ramparts  we  watched  were  so  gallantly  streaming 
And  the  rocket's  red  ghxe — bombs  bursting  in  air, 
Give  prooi  through  the  i  ight  that  o^r  ilag  was  still  there; 
0  say  does  that  star-Sijangled  banner  yet  wave, 
O'er  the  land  o  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  hravt;  ? 


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2.  On  the  shore  dimly  seen,  through  the  mist  of  the  deep 
Where  the  foe's  haughty  host  in  dread  silence  reposes  ; 
What  is  that  which  the  breeze,  o'er  the  lowering  steep, 
A.sit  litluUy  blo%vs,  half  conceals,  half  discloses  ? 

Now  it  catches  the  gleam  of  the  mornings  first  beam, 
in  full  glory  reflected,  now  shines  on  the  stream. 
'Tis  the  star-spangled  banner,  &c. 

3.  And  where  is  the  band  who  vaunting-iy  swore, 
'Mid  the  havoc  of  w^ar  and  the  battle's  confusion, 
A  home  and  a  country  should  leave  us  no  more 

Their  blood  hath  washed  out  their  foul  footstep's  poiu- 
No  refuge  could  save  the  hirelmg  and  slave,  [tion  ; 
From  the  terror  of  flight  or  the  gloom  of  the  grave  ; 

And  the  star-spangled  banner  &c. 
i.  Oh  !thus  be  it  ever,  when  freemen  shall  stand, 
Between  their  loved  homes  and  the  war's  desolation  ; 
Blest  with  victory  &  peace,  may  the  heaven  rescued  land 
Praise  the  power  that  hath  made  and  preserved  us  a  na- 
Then  conquer  we  must,  v/hen  our  cause  it  is  just,  [tion 
And  rkis  be  our  motto — g-od  is  our  trust 

And  the  star-spangled  banner  &c. 

Napoleons  Grave. 
1.  On  a  lone  barren  isle,  where  the  -wild  raging  billow 
Assails  the  stern  rock  and  the  loud  tempests  rave, 
The  hero  lies  still  while  the  dew  drooping  -willows, 
Like  fond  weeping  mourners  lean  over  the  grave. 
The  lightnings  ma}^  flash,  and  the  loud  thunders  rattle, 
He  heeds  not,  he  hears  not,  he  is  free  from  all  pam, 
He  sleeps  his  last  sleep,  he  has  fought  his  last  battle, 
No  sound  shall  awake  him  to  glory  again. 
Oh  shade  of  the  mighty,  where  now  are  thy  legions, 
That  rushed  but  to  conquer  when  thou  ledst  them  on, 
Alas  I  they  have  perished  in  far  hilly  regions, 
And  all  save  the  fame  of  their  triumph  has  gone, 
5'he  lightnings  may  flash  and  the  loud  thunders  rattle. 
They  heed  aot,  the  hear  not,  they  are  free  from  all  pain 
They  sle^ep  their  last  sleep,  they  have  fought  their  last 
Kg  sound  shnll  awakft  them  to  glory  again.  [battle, 


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Yet,  spirit  immortal,  the  lomb  can  not  bind  thee  ! 
For,  like  thine  own  eagle — which  soars  to  the  sua- 
Thou  springest  from  bondage,  and  leavest  behind  the* 
A  name  which  before  thee  no  mortal  had  won. 
Tho'  nations"may  combat  and  loun  thunders  rattle, 
No  more  on  thy  steed  shalt  thou  sweep  o'er  the  plain, 
Thou  steepest  thy  last  sleep,  thou  hast  fought  thy  last 
No  sound  shall  awake  thee  to  glory  again,  [battle. 


The  dying  Childs  appeal  to  her  drunken  father* 

1,  Stay,  Father  stay  I  the  night  is  wild, 
O  leave  not  now  your  dying  Child 
I  feel  the  icy  hand  of  Death, 

And  shorter,  shorter  grows  my  oreath* 
,2  Stay,  Father  stay !  E're  morning  light 
My  soul  may  take  its  upward  flight, 
And  O  !  1  cannot,  cannot  die, 

While  thou  my  father  art  not  by. 
Stay,  Father  stay !  my  mother's  gone, 

And  you  and  I  are  left  alone, 
And  in  her  star-lit  home  on  high 
She'll  weep  that  I  alone  should  die. 

4.  Stay,  Father  stay !  O  leave  this  night 
The  madning  bowl  whose  withering  blight 

Has  cast  so  dark  a  shade  around 
The  home,  where  joy  alone  is  found. 

5.  Stay,  Fath*er  stay  !  Alone,  alone. 
With  none  to  cheer  and  none  to  mourn, 

I  cannot  leave  this  world  of  wo 
And  to  the  land  of  Spirits  go. 

6.  Stay,  Father  stay ;  once  more  I  ask 
O  count  it  not  a  heavy  task 

To  stay  with  me  till  life  shall  end 
My  last,  my  onlv  e?\rthlv  friend* 


36  SiNGlxNG  BOOK  FOK  | 

THE  DEUHKAED'S  LITTLE  BOY, 

Who  committed  Suicide  iu  Oliio,  on  account  of  his  Father  be- 
coniing  a  Drunkard,  (By  Miss  L.  Right.) 

1.  O  let  me  go  home,there's  no  more  pleasures  for  nfe 

I'm  going  to  roam  in  a  happy  home, 

Where  drunkards  Children  are  free. 

Tve  played  with  my  mates;  with  pleasure  been 

But  now  the  boys  suspend  their  Joys  [half  wild, 

To  frown  on  a  drunkards  Child. 
Chor.  O  Boys  this  cruel  world,  I  wish  that  I  could  Die 

ril  soon  lie  down  in  the  burying  ground; 

Mother  dont  you  cry. 
2»  Yes  let  me  go  home,  And  see  my  Mother  once 

And  then  away  to  the  barn  to  day:  [more, 

And  then  to  Death's  dark  door. 

iN^ouse  forme  now  I've  played  the  last  at  my  play; 

For  my  father's  shame,  I  bear  the  blame 

Fm  despisad  and  driven  away. 

O  boys  this  cruel  world  &c. 

.Farewell  to  the  boys  with  hearts  so  happy  and 

In  study  and  play  they  spend  the  day,  I  [light 

And  have  happy  homes  at  night. 
'  .  Farewell  to  disgrace,  my  tatter'd  clothes  you  see 

Pin  going  to  live  where  the  laws  Vv'ill  give 

Protection  to  mother  and  me. 

O  boy's  this  cruel  world  &c. 
4.    Farev/ell  to  the  hut,  not  fit  to  be  called  our  home 

When  there  I  go  'tis  sorrow  and  wo, 

I'd  rather  go  down  to  the  tomb. 

Farewell  to  the  man,  that  made  my  father  a 

Vv'  ho'li  com©  I  hope  and  remove  the  rope  [wretch 

From  around  my  furrowed  neck. 
5  .  O  boys  this  cruel  world,  I  nowswin^  off  and  die 

So  carry  me  down  to  the  burying  ground 

Mother  dopt  you  cry. 


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Farewell  poor  little  boy  from  earth  you  are  driven 
And  fed  by  law  is  the  hungry  maw  ^Laway 
That  devoured  thee  up  to  day. 
How  dark  is  that  crime  that  makes  a  brute  ot 
And  drives  a  child  to  a  maniac  wild  (man 
Proscribed  by  legal  ban. 

Farewell  poor  little  boy,  No  wonder  yoii  chose  to 
We'll  carry  you  down  to  the  burying  groimd(Die 
And  for  the  Maine  Law  cry. 


HURRA  FOR  OUR  UKION 

AIR   "Dixies  Land." 
Let  all  good  Union  men  about, 
Come  join  us  in  a  glorious  shout, 

Hurra,  hurra,  hurra,  hurra! 
For  Union  and  our  country  dear, 
We'll  raise  aloft  a  hearty  cheer, 

Hurra,  hurra,  hurra,  hurra! 
CHORUS.— Then  for  our  Union  we  will  stand, 

Hurra,  hurra ! 
And  all  throughout  this  happy  land,' 
We'll  join  together  heart  and  hand, 
Hurra,  hurra!  then  hurra  for  our  Union, 
Hurra,  hurra,  then  hurra  for  o'Ar  Union. 
Let  us  unite  with  all  our  might, 
And  drive  Disunion  from  our  sight. 

Hurra,  &c. 
And  let  all  people  know  their  doom 
If  they  too  much  on  us  presume. 

Hurra,  &c.    CHOR.— Then  for  our  Union,&c. 
Oh!  may  our  Stars  and  Stripes  still  wave. 
Forever  o'er  the  free  and  brave. 

Hurra,  &c. 
And  our  motto  ever  be — 

For  Union  and  for  Liberty,    Hurra,  &c.  CHOR . 
From  Maine  to  Texas,  let  the  cry 
Of  Union  mount  up  to  the  sky,      Hurra,  &c. 
And  from  Atlantic  may  its  roar 
Be  heard  on  old  Pacific's  shore.  Hurra, &C.CHOR  . 
And  now,  dear  friends,  let  one  and  all 
Respond  unto  his  country'^  call,    Hurra,  &c. 
For  Union  in  our  land  so  blest, 
.  From  North  to  South,  from  East  to  West, 
Hurra,  &c,  CHOR.— Then  for  our  Union,  iie. 


SINGING  BOOK  FOft 


Pleasure  in  Singing. 
X  What  delight,  what  joy  rebounds, 
From  our  music-laden  breast, 
II :  When  the  cheerful  song  resounds, :] 
in  the  clear  and  bright  sunshine, 
Through  the  wood  and  in  the  vale, 
II :  Does  it  gaily  echo  round.  :[| 
Tra,  la,  la,  &c. 
2»  What  delight,  what  pleasure  'tis, 
When  the  hours  return  to  us, 

II :  Bearing  joys  like  ours  to-day;  :|| 
Youthful  mirth  and  youthful  might, 
In  our  joys  by  day  and  night, 

J|:  Bend  to  music's  pleasing  sway. 
3*  True  delight,  unmarred  by  care, 
Surely  is  their  rightfoi  share, 

!|:  Who  with  music  banish  strife,  :|| 
Heart  with  heart,  and  hand  in  hand, 
'  et  us  be  a  merry  band  ; 
Music  is  the  soul  of  life. 
Tra,  la,  la,  &c. 

THE  YOUNG  RIDEB. 

1  One  summer  morning  early, 

My  pony  I  bestrode, 
And  by  my  Anna's  cpttfige, 

I  took  the  well  known  mad, 
For  it  was  my  greatest  pride, 

That  she  should  see  me  ride. 
Trip,  trip,  trip,  trip,  trip,  pony, 

Trip,  trip,  trip,  trip,  merrily. 

2  To  show  my  skilful  riding, 

I  spurred  him  very  sly, 
Alas !  he  reared  and  thr«w  me 
Into  a  dit^h  hard  by  ; 


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Then  off  he  went,  like  wind, 

And  left  me  there  behind. 
Stop,  stop,  stop,  stop,  stop,  pony, 

Stop,  stop,  stop,  stop,  amiably. 
3  On  hands  and  knees  I  scramble, 

And  reach,  at  length,  dry  land, 
And  0 !  in  such  a  pickle. 

Before  her  face  I  stand ! 
But  worse  than  all  by  half, 

I  heard  Miss  Anna  laugh  ! 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha, 

Ha,  ha,  ha,  ho,  ho,  ho. 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ho,  ho,  ho ! 

So  dripping  home  I  go. 


Keiiud  for  three  Classes. 

Cheerily,  cneerily  sound  the  strain. 
Happily,  happily  meet  again. 
All,  all,  all  are  here. 


Sleepy  Time. 
We  are  all  noddin,  nid  nid  noddin, 
We  are  all  noddin,  and  dropping  of?  to  sleep, 
To  gain  your  approbation  we  have  all  done  our  best, 
So  we  beg  you'll  now  excuse  us,  a  n  v/e'U  home  to  our 
rest, 

(Spoken,)  And  now  friends,  you  see  how  sleepy  we  are 
getting  ;  excuse  us  this  evening,  and  to-morrow 
morning  we  will  be  up  with  the  lark,  singing 

Up  in  the  mornings  cheerful  light. 

Up  in  the  morning  early, 

The  sun  is  shining  warm  and  bright 

And  the  birds  are  singing  cheerily. 

(Spoken,)  But  now  we  can  only  sing ; 

"We  are  all  noddin,  nid  nid  noddin,  &c.* 
[Spoken,]  Our  parents  dear  are  waiting;  Oh  we  hope 
they  will  not  scold;   Our  teacher  too  is  tired; 
therefor  good  liight,  young  and  old, 

Por  we  are  aH  nodding, 


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SINGING  BOOK  FOil 


There  is  no  one  like  a  Mother. 

1.    When  the  heart  is  sad  and  lonely, 

And  the  mind  is  filled  with  care, 
Life  is  a  burden  only, 

For  the  weary  soul  to  bear: 
Then  should  we  try  to  smother, 

The  spell  beyond  our  power, 
There  is  no  one  like  a  mother, 

In  that  dark  and  cheerless  hour. 


2.    Should  our  faith  in  friends  be  shaken; 
Let  us  wander  where  we  will, 
Tho'  we  feel  as  if  forsaken, 

There  is  one  to  love  us  still, 
Her  love  is  like  none  other. 
How  e'er  our  fate  be  cast, 
^    For  there's  no  one  like  a  mother, 
Ever  faithful  to  the  last.  ^ 


3.    Oh  the  heart  may  have  its  pleasures, 

And  the  soul  may  have  its  rest, 
But  of  all  our  dearest  treasures, 

Is  a  mothers  love  the  best. 
Ah  !  never  can  another, 

Her  place  in  life  supply. 
For  there's  no  one  like  a  mother, 

And  we  dread  to  see  her  die. 


A  Social  Song, 

1.  I'm  very  fond  of  a  social  song-, 
So  am  I,  so  am  I, 
It  makes  the  time  glide  merry  along, 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS. 

And  fills  the  past  with  pleasure  ; 
For  sparkling  wit  doth  brighter  shine, 
When  thus  begot  by  songs  of  thine; 
But  sad  is  the  time, 
When  a  discord  you  find — 
Oh,  that's  not  my  fault! 
Nor  mine !  nor  mine  ! 

Though  life  is  short  we  may  now  be  gay 
Banish  far  all  care  and  sorrow, 
Wisdom  says  enjoy  to-day. 

Though  trouble  comes  to-morrow. 
2. 1  like  with  neighbors  an  hour  to  pass, 
kSo  do  1,  so  do  I, 
But  he  that  does  not  them  possess 

Cannot  enjoy  true  pleasure; 
For  friendship's  joys  are  so  divine, 
When  round  the  heart  they  fondly  twine. 
But  cold  grows  our  love. 
If  e'er  heartless  they  prove; 
But  that's  not  my  way, — 
Nor  mine  !  nor  mine' 
Though  life,  &c 


1.  In  the  good  old  colony  times, 
When  we  were  under  the  king, 
Three  roguish  chaps  fell  into  mishaps, 
Because  they  could  not  sing, 

Because  they  could  not  sing. 

2.  Now  the  first  he  was  a  miller, 
And  the  second  he  was  a  weaver, 
And  the  third  he  vvas  a  little  tailor, 
Three  roguish  chaps  together, 

Three  roguish  chaps  together. 
3*   Now  the  miller  he  stole  corn, 
And  the  weaver  he  stole  yarn, 
And  the  little  tailor  he  stole  broadcloth, 
To  keep  the  three  rogues  w  arm, 
To  keep  the  three  rogues  warm. 


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SINGING  BOOK  FOR 


4,   Now  the  miller  got  drowned  in  his  dam, 
And  the  weaver  got  hung  in  his  yarn, 
And  the  sheriff  clap'd  his  paw  on  the  little  tailor, 
"With  the  broadcloth  under  his  arm, 
With  the  broadcloth  under  his  arm. 


Eound  for  four  Classes. 

Scotland's  burn'rig,  Scotland's  burning, 
Look  out !  Look  out ! 
Fire  !  Fire!  Fire  !  Fire  ! 
Cast  on  water,  cast  on  wate 


Round  for  four  voices. 

Let  us  endeavor, 

To  see  that  whenever, 

We  join  in  a  song, 

We  can  keep  time  together. 


He  doetli  all  things  Avell. 

I  ^emember  how  I  loved  her,  when  a  little  guiltless  child 
I  Saw  her  in  the  cradle  as  she  looked  on  me  and  smiled' 
My  cup  of  happiness  was  full,  my  joy,  words  cannot  tell ; 
And  1  blessed  the  glorious  giver,  "who  doeth  all  things 
well." 

Months  pass'd,  that  bud  of  promise,  was  unfolding  every 
hour, 

I  thought  that  earth  hnd  neversmiled  upon  a  fairer  flower. 
So  beautiful  it  well  might  grace  the  bow'rs  where  angels 
dwell. 

And  waft  his  fragrance  to  his  throne  v^ho  doeth  all  things 
well. 

That  starwent  down  in  beauty  yet  it  shineth  sweetly  no\y 
In  the  bright  and  dazzling  coronet,  that  decks  the  Sa* 
viour's  brow, 

Sh  bowed  to  the  distroyer  whose  shafts  none  may  repel. 
But  we  know,  for  God  hath  told  us,  "he  doeth  all  things 
well" 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS. 


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I  remember  well  my  sorro  ^  as  I  stood  beside  her  bed, 
And  my  deep,  and  heartfelt  anguish,  when  they  told  us 

she  was  dead, 
And  oh  !  that  cup  of  biiterness  let  not  my  heart  rebel, 
God  gave,  he  took,  he  will  restore,  "he  doeth  all  things 

well." 


UHCI.E  SAM'S  FARM. 

Of  all  the  mighty  NatioDS  in  the  East  or  in  the  West, 
Ob,  this  glorious  Yankee  nation  is  the  greatest  and  the  best, 
We  have  room  fur  all  creation,  and  our  banner  is  unfurled, 
Here's  a  general  invitation  to  the  people  of  the  world. 

Chorus.—  Come  along,  come  along,  make  no  delay, 

Come  from  every  nation,  come  from  every  way, 

Our  land  is  broad  enough — don't  be  alarmed, 

For  Uncie  Sam  is  rich  enough  to  give  us  all  a  farm. 

St.  Lawrence  marks  our  Northern  line,  so"  fast  her  waters  flow. 
And  the  Kio  Grande  our  Southern  bound  way  down  to  Mexico, 
From  the  great  Atlantic  Ocean  where  the  sun  begins  to  dawn, 
Leaps  across  the  Kocky  Mountains,  away  to  Oregon. 

Come  along,  &c. 

The  South  may  raise  the  cotton,  and  the  West  the  corn  and  pork, 
New  England  manufactories  shall  do  up  the  finer  work, 
for  the  deep  and  flowing  waterfalls  that  course  along  our  hills, 
Are  just  the  thing  for  washing  sheep,  and  driving  cotton  mills. 

Come  along,  &c. 

;Our  fathers  gave  us  liberty,  and  little  did  they  dream, 
Ihe  grand  results  that  flow  along  ihis  mighty  age  of  steam, 
For  our  mountains,  lakes  and  rivers  are  all  a  blaze  of  fire, 
And  we  send  our  news  by  lightning  on  telegraphic  wire. 

Come  along,  «£;c. 

Yes,  we  aie  bound  to  beat  the  nations,  for  our  motto 's  go  ahead, 
And  we'll  tell  the  foreign  paupers  that  our  people  are  well  fed. 
For  the  nations  must  remember,  that  Uncle  tSam  is  not  a  fool, 
For  the  people  do  the  voting,  and  the  children  go  to  school. 

Come  along,  ic. 


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SINGING  BOOK  FOR 


Indian  Chief. 

1.0!  why  doth  the  white  man  follow  my  path, 
xjike  the  hound  on  the  tiger's  track, 
Doth  the  flush  on  my  dark  cheek 
Waken  his  wrath,  doth  he  covet  the  bow  at  my  back 
Like  the  hound  on  the  tiger's  track, 
Doth  the  flush  on  my  dark  cheek 
Waken  his  wrath  5  doth  he  covet  the  bow  at  my  back 
He  hasrivors  and  seas  where  the  billows  and  breeze 
Bears  riches  for  him  alone. 

And  the  sons  of  the  wood  never  plunge  in  the  flood 
Which  the  white  man  calls  his  own,  ya,  ha. 
Then  why  should  he  come  to  the  stream, 
Where  none  but  the  red  man  dares  swim. 
Why,  why  should  he  wrong  the  hunter,  one 
Who  never  did  harm  to  him,  ya,  ha,  ya. 

2.  The  Father^above  thought  fit  to  give 
The  white  man  corn  and  wine, 
There  are  golden  fields  where  he  may  live, 
But  the  forest  shades  are  mine. 
1  he  white  man  corn  and  wine, 
There  are  golden  fields  where  he  may  live, 
But  the  forest  shades  are  mine. 
The  Eagle  hath  its  place  of  rest, 
The^'wild  horse  where  to  dwell. 


ytJVENILE  CONCERTS. 


And  the  spirit  that  gave  the  bhd  i  ts  nest, 

Made  me  a  home  as  well,  ya  ha. 

Then  back,  go  back  from  the  red  man's  track, 

For  the  hunter's  eyes  grow  dim, 

To  find  that  the  white  man  wrongs  the  one 

Who  never  did  harm  to  him,  ya,  ha,  ya,  ha. 


THAT  BBAUTIPUL  LAND. 

1)  A  beautiful  land  by  faith  I  see, 
A  land  of  rest,  from  sorrow  free, 

The  home  of  ransomed,  bright  and  fair, 
And  beautiful  angels  too,  are  there. 
Cho.  Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 

Go  to  that  beautiful  land  with  me  ? 

Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 

Go  to  that  beautiful  land  ? 

2)  That  beautiful  land,  the  city  of  light, 

It  ne'er  has  known  the  shades  of  night ; 
The*  glory  of  God,  the  light  of  day 
Hath  driven  the  darkness  far  away. 
Choo  Will  you  go  ? 

S)  In  vision  I  see  its  streets  of  gold, 
Its  beautiful  gates  I  too  behold, 
The  river  of  life,  the  crystal  sea, 
The  ambrosial  fruit  of  life's  fair  tree. 
Cho.  Will  you  go  ? 

4)  The  heavenly  throng  arrayed  in  white, 
In  rapture  range  the  plains  of  light ; 
And  in  one  harmonious  choir  they  praise 
Their  glorious  Saviour's  matchless  grace. 
Oho.  Will  you  go  ? 


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6»I51WG  BOOR  FOR 


OH  COMS  TO  THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL. 

1)  Oh,  come  to  the  Sunday  school  with  me, 
Where  sweetly  the  hours  will  pass  away  I 
Oh,  come  with  a  footstep  light  and  free, 
And  make  no  delay,  make  no  delay, 
orus— Around  and  about  us  true  happiness  floats, 

While  voices  that  love  us  breathe  out  their  soft  notf 
Ko  place  is  so  pleasant,  so  happy  and  free, 
As  the  dear  Sunday  school  for  you  and  for  me. 

2)  We've  teachers  and  scholars  kind  and  true  ; 
We've  plenty  of  books,  both  old,  and  new ; 
We  read,  and  we  sing,  and  join  in  prayer, 
*Tis  sweet  to  be  there,  sweet  to  be  there. 

Chorus — Around  and  &c. 


MARCHING  ALONG. 

The  children  are  gathering  from  near  and  from  far, 
The  trumpet  is  sounding  the  call  for  the  war, 
The  conflict  is  raging,  'twill  be  fearful  and  long, 
We'll  gird  on  our  armor,  and  be  marching  along. 

Chorus, — Marching  along,  we  are  marching  along, 
Gird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching  along, 
The  conflict  is  raging,  'twill  be  fearful  and  long, 
Then  gird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching  along. 

The  foe  is  before  us  in  battle  array, 
But  let  us  not  waver,  nor  turn  from  the  way, 
The  Lord  is  oui*  Strength,  be  this  ever  our  song, 
With  courage  and  fuith  we  are  marching  along. 
Cnoiius, — Marching  along,  etc. 

We've  listed  for  life,  and  will  camp  on  the  field. 
With  Chi'ist  as  our  Captain  we  never  will  yield ; 
The  "sword  of  the  Spirit,"  both  trusty  and  strongs 
We'll  hold  in  our  hands  as  we're  marching  along, 
(^iioaus,— Mareihsg  along  etq. 


ICVBTNILIS  CONCBRTt. 


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Through  conflicts  and  trials  our  crowfts  we  must  win 
Far  here  we  contend  'gainst  temptation  and  sin  ; 
But  one  thing  assures  us,  we  cannot  go  wrong, 
If  trusting  our  Saviour  while  marching  along. 
CHoaus, — Marching  along,  etc. 

MORNING. 

I  Morning  light  is  coming, 
Stars  now  fade  away  ; 
Over  highest  hill  tops 
Brightly  glimmers  day. 

La  la  la,  la  la  ia 
^  Nature's  feathery  songster, 
Loud  their  notes  resound  ; 
Lovely  flowers  are  spreading 
Odors  all  around. 

3  See  the  silvery  dew-drops. 

Gleaming  on  the  grass ; 
Bees  begin  their  labor. 
Humming  as  they  pass. 

4  Morning  light !  I  hail  thee. 

After  peaceful  rest ; 
Let  the  song  of  gladness 
Swell  my  grateful  breast 


Home  Sweet  Home. 

'Mid  the  pleasures  and  palaces,  though  we  may  tqaw. 
Be  it  ever  so  humble,  there's  no  place  like  home; 
A  charm  from  the  skies  seems  to  hallow  us  there , 
Which,  seek  through  the  world,  is  ne'er  met  with  el8ot»fi<prc 
Home,  home,  sweet  home !  there  s  no  place  like  home  ; 
There's  no  place  like  home. 
''An  exile  from  home,  splendour  dazzles  in  vain ; 
Oh  !  give  me  ray  lowly  thatch'd  cottage  again. 
The  birds  singing  gaily,  that  came  at  my  call. 
Give  me  them,  with  the  peace  of  mind,  dearer  than  »!1 
Home,  home,  sweet  home  1  there'8  no  place  like  hom*. 
There's  Qo  place  like  home. 


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SINGING  BOOK  FOa 


WHO  WILL  CARE  FOR  MOTHER,  NOW. 

Wliy  am  I  so  weak  and  weary  ? 

See  how  faint  my  heated  breath ; 
All  around  to  me  seems  darkness; 

Tell  me  comrades,  is  this  death? 
Ah  I  how  well  I  know  your  answer, 

To  my  fate  I  meekly  bow, 
If  you'll  only  tell  me  truly 

Who  will  care  for  mother  now  ? 
Chorus. — Soon  with  angels  I'll  be  marching, 
With  bright  laureJs  on  my  brow  ; 
I  have  for  my  country  fallen, 
Who  will  care  for  mother  now  ? 
Who  will  comfort  her  in  sorrow  ? 

Who  will  dry  the  falling  tear, 
Gently  smooth. her  wrinkled  forehead? 

Who  will  whisper  words  of  cheer? 
Even  now  I  think  I  see  her 

Kneeling,  praying  for  me  I  how 
Can  I  leave  her  in  her  anguish? 
Who  will  care  for  mother  now  ? 
Chorus, — Soon  with  angels,  &c.  ^ 
Let  this  knapsack  be  my  pillow ; 

And  my  mantle  be  the  sky ; 
Hasten  comrades  to  the  battle! 

^I  will  like  a  soldier  die. 
Soon  with  angels  I'll  be  marching, 
With  bright  laurels  on  my  brow  ; 
I  have  for  my  country  fallen, 
Who  will  care  for  mother  now  ? 
Chorus. — So®n  with  angels,  &c. 


June  lovely  June.    Round  in  four  parts. 
June  lovely  June,  Now  beautifies  the  ground 
The  notes  of  the  Coockoo,  Thro'  the  glad  earth 

resound. 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS 


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**Tii8  Limpid  Stream  I  call  my  Dazzling  Home." 

The  limpid  stream  1  call  my  dazzling  home, 
And  coral  bow'rs  are  built  for  me, 
With  lightsome  step  to  join  the  feast  I  come, 
And  sport  upon  the  flowery  lea. 
With  many  a  pearl  and  sparkling  gem, 
I've  deck'd  my  robes  and  diadem. 
My  tresses  flow  as  light  and  free, 
As  rippling  waves  upon  the  sea^ 

2.  The  water  lily  and  the  hollow  reed,  % 
The  sounding  shell  and  coral  wreath. 
The  buds  that  blossom  on  the  river  weed, 
-  More  rich  than  those  of  dreary  heath 
All  these  I  give,  an  offering  free. 
For  smiles  and  cheering  melody; 
For  mine  has  been  the  mournful  tune, 
Of  waves  complaining  to  the  moon. 


MOEliriNG  SONG. 

1.  II :Good  morning!  good  morning!  good  morning!  :|i 

Arise !  the  blush  of  the  morning  bright. 
Now  tips  the  hills  with  morning  light, 
0,  come  our  sister  flow'rets  all  list  ye  to  our 
Chorus:  [m_erry  call, 

II :  Good  morning!  good  morning!  good  morning!  :1| 

2.  II :  Good  morning,  &c.  :|| 

The  night  has  kindly  o'er  us  wept, 
And  watch'd  us  while  we  sweetly  slept, 
W^hile  grateful  for  another  day,  Hail  we  its  re- 
Chorus — Good  morning,  &c.  [turning  ray. 


SINGING  BOOK  FOX 


SWEET  HOUR  OP  PRAYER 

1)  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  Sweet  Iiour  of  prayer  ! 
That  calls  rue  from  a  world  of  care, 

And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne, 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known  ; 
.    In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief! 
|:  And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer,  :j| 

2)  Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  Sweet  hour  of  prayer.' 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear, 

To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness, 
ifngage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless; 
And  since  he  bids  me  seek  hin  face, 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
[|:  I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer!  :j| 

8)   Sweet  hour  of  prayer!  Sweet  hour  of  prayerl 
May  I  thy  consolation  share  ; 
Till,  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 
I  -view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight; 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  pri^^e; 
fj:  And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer.  :j 


Temperance  Song. 

I  Come  all  you  who  are  fond  of  singing, 
Let  us  set  a  song  a  ringing, 
Sound  the  chorus  strong  and  hearty, 
And  we'll  make  a  jovial  party. 

Get  out  of  the  way,  old  SirToddy, 
We've  a  drink  that's  just  the  toddy. 

3  Some  love  rum  and  some  love  brandy, 
And  some  drink  whatever  comes  handy  ; 
But  we'll  lump  it  in  a  body, 
And  we'll  call  it  old  Sir  Toddy. 
Get  out  the  way,  &c , 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS. 


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3  He  who  drinks  cold  water  only, 
Ne'er  will  leave  his  fireside  lonely, 
But  his  home  a  happy  place  is, 
With  its  cleanly  smiling  faces. 

Get  out  the  way,  iicc. 
Toddy  steals  a  man's  good  feelings, 
He's  a  rogue  in  all  his  dealings. 
Smirks  and  smiles  until  he's  bound  you, 
Then,  O  crackey,  how  he'll  pound  you. 
Get  out  the  way,  &c. 

5  Then  we  used  to  all  get  merry, 
Drunk  on  rum,  and  corned  on  cherry^ 
Now  we've  a  drink  as  sweet  as  honey, 
Without  price  and  without  money. 

Got  out  of  the  way  with  yonr  brandy 
We've  a  drink  that's. just  the  dandy. 

6  Time  was  once  when  evtry  body 
Drank  their  gin  or  brandy  toddy, 
But  now  a  new  reform's  beginning, 
Drinking  liquor  now  is  sinning. 

Get  out  of  the  way,  &;c« 

7  Mitchell  set  the  ball  a  running, 
And  gave  notice  of  its  coming, 
How  it  rolled  to  every  station 
In  our  own  great  Yankee  nation. 

Push  it  along,  keep  it  moving, 

The  temperance  cause  is  still  improving. 


Come,  O  Come  with  me» 
Come,  0  come  with  me,  the  moon  is  beaming, 
Come,  0  come  with  me,'the  stars  are  gleaming ^ 
All  around,  above,  with  beauty  teeming, 
Moonlight  hours  are  made  for  love* 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la,  &;c. 


52  SINGING  BOOK  FOR 

My  skifl  is  on  the  shore,  she's  light  and  free 
To  ply  the  feathered  oar  is  joy  to  me  : 
And  while  we  glide  along  my  song  shall  be- 
My  dearest  maid,  I  love  but  thee. 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la,  &c. 


I'll  he  a  Man. 

I'm  but  a  little  fellow  now, 

Between  three  feet  and  four; 
But  if  I  keep  on  growing  fast, 
I'll  soon  be  three  feet  more, 
Although  but  nine  short  years  as  yet 

Above  my  head  have  run?^ 
When  a  dozen  more  have  passed  away, 
Then  I'll  be  twenty-one. 
Oh,  ye  great  men. 
Oh,  don't  ye  fret  for  me, 
I'll  be  a  gieat  man  by  and  by, 
And  strive  for  liberty. 

2  I  wear  a  cap  and  apron  now 
And  dress  as  mother  tells. 
But  then  I'll  have  a  hat  and  coat 

Like  anybody  else, 
ni  have  a  pocket  in  each  side— 

A  watch  within  my  vest, 
^.  dickey  and  a  neckerchief. 
As  smart 's  the  very  best. 
Men  of  fashion, 
\  Don't  you  fret  for  me, 

I'll  be  a  great  man  by  and  by, 
Though  small  I  now  may  be. 
i  A  tippler  I  will  never  be. 

No  drop  my  lips  shall  pass, 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS. 


I'll  sign  the  true  tetotal  pledge 

And  keep  it  ttll  the  last. 
Ner  will  I  use  the  poison  weed 

Which  now  so  many  crave, 
Because  I  mean  to  be  a  man 
And  never  be  a  slave. 
Oh,  ye  Tipplers, 
Don't  ye  fret  for  me, 
For  when  I  come  to  be  a  man, 
I'm  g®ing  to  be  free. 

4  And  many  years  must  pass  away, 
And  I  must  go  to  school, 
That  if  they  chose  me  President 

I  may  know  how^  to  rule  ; 
With  knowledge  I  n  ust  store  my  mind 

For  though  I'm  e'er  so  tall. 
If  I  am  rude  and  ignorant 
I  shall  be  very  small. 
Men  of  learning. 
Don't  you  fret  for  me  ; 
I'll  study,  that  when  I'm  a  man 
A  wise  one  I  will  be. 


Hail  Columbia* 

Hail  Columbia,  happy  land  I 
Hail,  ye  heroes,  heaven-born  band! 
Who  fought  and  bled  in  freedoms  cause, 
(W^ho  fought  and  bled  in  freedoms  cause,) 
And  when  the  storm  of  war  was  gone. 
Enjoyed  the  peace  your  valor  won; 
Let  Independences  be  your  boast, 
Ever  mindful  what  it  cost. 


«lNGiNG  BOOK  FOR 


Ever  grateful  for  the  prize. 
Let  its  altar  reach  the  skies. 

Firm,  united  let  us  oe, 
Rallying  round  our  liberty! 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Peace  and  afety  we  shall  find. 
Immortal  Patriots,  rise  once  more ! 
Defend  your  rights,  defend  your  shore; 
Let  no  rude  foe  with  impious  hand, 
(Let  no  rude  foe  with  impious  hand,) 
Invade  the  shrine  where  sacred  lies. 
Of  toil  and  blood,  the  well-earned  prize 
While  offering  peace,  sincere  and  just, 
In  heaven  we  place  a  manly  trust, 
That  truth  and  justice  may  prevail, 
And  every  scheme  of  bondage  fail. 

Firm,  united,  &c. 
Behold  the  chief,  who  now  commands, 
Once  more  to  serve  his  country,  stands. 
The  rock  on  v/hich  the  storm  will  beat! 
(The  rock  on  which  the  storm  will  beat!) 
But  armed  in  virtue,  firm  and  true, 
His  hopes  are  fixed  on  heaven  and  you; 
When  hope  was  sinking  in  dismay, 
When  gloom  obscured  Columbia's  day 
His  steady  mind  from  changes  free, 
Resolved  on  death  or  Libert)^ 
Firm,  united,  &c. 

"round. 

Sing  me  another  before  we  depart, 
Sing  in  the  praise  of  our  musical  art, 

Sin  g 

Do  do  do  sol  sol  sol  do. 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS 


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The  Truant  Boy. 

There  was  a  young  truant,  they  called  him  Lazy  Bill, 

He's  fled  long  n^o,  long  ago  ! . 
When  last  I  saw  him,  he  ran  bel!!nd  the  mill^ 

For  to  run,  sir,  he  was'nt  very  slow. 
Chorus — Then  place  all  his  books  in  a  row  ;. — 
Pack  up  his  trinkets  for  a  show  ; 
No  more  lessons  for  poor  young  Bill, 
He's  gone  v/here  the  old  truants  go. 
His  hands  were  dirty  as  dirt  could  ever  make, — 

His  face — oh,  it  wasn't  very  clean  ! 
His  hair,  if  you  combed  it  the  comb  would  surely  break  ; 
His  clothes  scarcely  fit  to  be  seen. 

Then  place  all  his  books  in  a  row,  &c. 
One  morning  I  met  Lazy  Bill  in  the  street ; 

Said  I,    Going  to  school,  Bill,  to-day  ?" 
But  he  saw  the  master  coming,  so  he  picked  up  his  feet, 
And  he  ran,  like  a  woodchuck,  away  ! 

Then  place  all  his  books  in  a  row,  &c. 
One  dark,  rainy  day.  Bill  thought  he'd  venture  in, 

Teacher  set  him  a  task  all  alone  ; 
But  he  had'nt  studied  long  ere  we  heard  a  mighty  din 
Out  the  window  had  Lazy  Bill  gone, 

Then  place  all  his  books  in  a  row,  &c. 
One  night  he  stole  a  watch  from  Mr.  Thomas  Page, 

Lazy  Bill, — what  a  silly  boy  was  he  ! 
They  took  him  off  to  jail  and  put  him  in  a  cage— 
He'd  better  let  the  gold  watch  be  I 


WHilT  IS  HOME  WITHOUT  A  MOTHEK  1 
1.  What  is  home  v^ithout  a  mother, 

What  are  all  the  joys  we  meet, 
When  her  loving  smile  no  longer 

Greets  the  coming,  coming  of  our  feet] 
The  days  seem  long,  the  nights  are  drear, 

And  time  rolls  slowly  on ; 
And,  oh  !  how  few  are  childhood's  pleasure 
When  her  gentle,  gentle  care  is  gone ! 


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SINGING  liUOK  FOR 


2,  Things  we  prize  are  first  to  vanish, 

Hearts  we  love,  do  pass  away. 
And  how  soon,  e'en  in  our  childhood, 

We  behold  her  turning,  turning  grey; 
Her  eye  grows  dim,  her  step  is  slow, 

Her  joys  of  earth  are  passed; 
And  sometimes  e'er  we  learn  to  know  her 

She  has  breathed  on  earth,  on  earth  her  last 

3.  Older  hearts  may  have  their  sorrow^s, 

Griefs  that  quickly  die  away, 
But  a  mother  lost  in  childhood 

Grieves  the  heart,  the  heart  from  day  to  day 
We  miss  her  kind,  her  willing  hand, 

Her  fond  and  earnest  care ; 
And,  oh  !  how  dark  is  life  around  us  ; 

W^hat  is  home  without,  without  her  there  ] 


VIVE  LA  COMPAI^Y. 

1.  Where  merry  friends  meet  in  harmony  sweet, 

Vive  la  company 
Wake  right  cherrily  the  song  and  the  glee ; 

Vive  la  company — 
O,  vive  la,  vive  la,  vive  la  song — vive  la,  vive 

la,  vive  la  glee — 
Vive  la  song,  vive  la  glee,  vive  la  company. 

2.  When  music  flows  free,  then  happy  are  we — 

Vive  la  Company — 
For  gloomy  thoughts  flee  from  sweet  melody  — 
Vive  la  Company,  &c. 

3*    Then  sing  ye  with  me,  my  merry  mates  free, 
Vive  la  company — 
And  oft  may  it  be  these  hours  we. see ; 

Vive  la  company — &c. 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS. 


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GOOB-NIGHT  ! 
1»     Good-night  to  a,  we've  sung  our  lay 
Good-night  to  a,  we  must  away  ! 
Good-night  to  a,  we've  sung  our  lay, 
Good  night  to  a,  we  must  away  !  ||  : 
The  moonlight  dances  on  the  lake, 

And  heav'n  is  mirror'd  in  its  waveless  breast 
The  placid  stars  their  song  awake, 

And  !u  the  gentle  zephyrs  in  to  rest.  :[|: 
The  moonlight  &c. 
Away  to  our  couch,  then,  of  liiies  and  roses, 
^nd  peace  o  the  bower  where  the  fairy  repose 


FAIRY  BELLE, 

1.  The  pride  of  the  village,  and  the  fairest  in  the  dell, 
Is  the  queen  of  my  song,  and  her  name  is  Fairy  Belle : 
The  sound  of  her  light  step  may  be  heard  upon  the  hill, 
Like  the  fall  of  the  snow  drop  or  the  drip'oing  of  the 

rill, 

Chorus, — Fairy  Belle,  gentle  Fairy  Belle, 

The  star  of  the  night  and  the  lily  of  the  day, 
Fairy  Belle,  the  queen  of  the  dell. 

Long  m  ay  she  revel  on  her  bright  sunny  way 

2.  She  slugs  to  the  meadows,  and  she  carols  to  the  streams, 
She  laughs  in  the  sun  light,  and  smiles  while  in  her 

dreams ; 

Her  hair,  like  the  thistle  down,  is  borne  upon  the  air. 
And  her  heart  like  the  humming  bird's,  is  free  from 
every  care, 
Chorus, — Fairy  Belle,  &c. 

3.  Her  soft  notes  of  melody  around  me  sweetly  fall ; 
Her  eye  full  of  love,  is  now  beaming  on  my  soul; 
The  sound  of  that  gentle  voice,  the  glance  of  that  eye. 
Surround  me  with  rapture  that  no  other  heart  could 

sigh. 

Chorus, — Fairy  Belle,  &c. 


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61NG1NG  BOOK  FOR 


We're  Marching  Down  to  Dixie's  Land. 

1,  Good  news,  good  news  from  Dixie's  land, 

From  Dixie*s  land,  from  Dixie's  land ; 
The  rebel  cause  is  at  a  stand, 
And  treason's  going;  do^^n, 
The  rebels  sir.g  another  song  "  In  Dixie's  Land" 

Tbey  find  they  pitch'd  the  first  one  wrong, 
And  treiison's  going  down. 

We've  struck  the  poison  snakea  blow,  "In  Dixie's  Land," 
Secession  stock  is  running  low, 
And  treason's  going  down! 
Chorus, — 0  we're  marching  down  to  Dixie's  land, 
To  Dixie's  land,  to  Dixie's  land, 
And  our  flag  shall  wave  to  the  Eio  Grande, 
And  treason  shall  go  down ! 

2.  Dupont  and  Sherman  took  a  sail,  "to  Dixie's  land," 

With  little  stores  of  iron  hail" 
To  put  rebellion  down; 

They  called  to  see  Miss  Caroline,  "in  Dixie's  land," 
Found  Beaufort  Harbor  mighty  line, 

To  put  rebellion  down; 
With  shot  and  shell  and  Yankee  trick,  "  in  Dixie's  Land," 

They  put  the  rogues  to  double  quick, 
And  treason  shall  go  down  I 
Chorus, — 0  we're  marching,  &c. 

S.   They  sent  two  envoys  plenipo,  "from  Dixie's  land " 

To  Johnny  Bull  acd  John  Crapeau, 
Lest-treason  should  go  down  ; 

They  rowed  about  from  shore  to  shore,  "in  Dixie's  land" 
Till  John  Bull  lent  a  helping  oar. 

Lest  treason  should  go  down; 
A  gallant  plucky  commodore  "from  Yankee  land" 

Just  bagged  them  both,  though  John  Bull  swore, 
And  treason  shall  go  down  ! 
Chorus, — 0  we're  marching.  &c. 

4.   John  Bull  is  in  growling  mood  "for  Dixie's  land," 

He'd  help  the  rebels  if  he  could. 
Lest  treason  should  go  doAvn,  (land  '* 

W  e've  whipped  him  twice,  if  he'll  call  again  "on  sea  or 
He'll  find  us  stocked  with  pluck  and  men, 

And  treason  shall  go  down; 
John  Bull  we'll  meet  as  friend  or  foe,    on  sea  or  land,** 

We  love  his  smile,  we  dare  Lis  biov. 
But  treason  shall  go  down ! 
Chorus,— O  we're  marching. 


JTDVENILE  CONCERTS. 


5.  A  valiant  man  is  General  Bragg,  "  in  Dixie's  land," 

IJe  fondly  thought  to  trail  our  flag, 
And  capture  Col.  Brown  ; 

With  shot  and  shell  ho  blazed  away,  "  in  Dixie's  land," 
But  soon  he  found  it  sorry  play, 

The  flag  would  not  come  down; 
Old  Harvey  Brown  cut  short  his  fun,  "in  Dixie's  land," 

And  boasting  Bragg  cut  stick  and  run, 
And  treason  slmll  go  down  ! 
Chorus, — 9  we're  marching,  Ac. 

6.  March  on,  march  on,  our  cause  is  just,  "to  Dixie's  l&nd,'* 

With  loyal  hearts  and  God  our  trust, 
To  put  rebellion  down  ; 

The  blood  of  martyred  brothers  cries  "  from  Dixie's  land," 
Avenge  avenge  our  sacrifice, 

And  put  rebellion  down. 
The  trumpet  sounds,  the  wiir  cry  rings,  "in  Dixie's  land;** 

'Mid  clashing  steel  each  brave  heart  springs. 
To  put  rebellion  down ! 
Chorus, — 0  we're  marching.  &c. 


E  PLURIBUS  UMUM. 

Though  many  and  bright  are  the  stars  that  appear, 

In  that  Flag  by  our  country  unfurled ; 
And  the  stripes  that  are  swelling  in  majesty  there, 

Like  a  rainbow  adorning  the  world, 
Their  lights  are  unsullied  as  those  in  the  sky, 

By  a  deed  that  our  Fathers  have  done; 
And  they're  leagued  in  as  true  and  as  holy  a  tie, 

In  their  motto  of  "  Many  in  One." 

From  tho  hour  when  those  patriots  fearlessly  flung, 

That  banner  of  starlight  abroad  ; 
Ever  true  to  themselves,  to  that  motto  they  clung, 

As  they  clung  to  the  promise  of  God; 
By  the  bayonet  traced  at  the  midnight  of  war. 

On  the  fields  where  our  glory  was  won  ; 
Oh  !  perish  the  heart  or  the  hand  that  would  mar, 

Our  motto  of  "  Many  in  One." 
Then  up  with  our  flag,  let  it  stream  on  tho  air, 

Though  our  fathers  are  cold  in  their  graves; 
They  had  hiAndt'  that  could  strike,  they  had  souls  that  could  dar« 

And  their  nons  were  not  born  to  be  slaves. 
Up,  up  with  that  banner,  wher'er  it  may  call. 

Our  millions  shall  rally  around; 
A  nation  of  fr©emen  that  moment  shall  fall, 

When  its  stars  shall  b«  trailM  on  tho  g^rouTiii. 


SINGING  BOOK  rOB 

VIVA  L' AMERICA. 

Noble  Republic  !  happiest  of  lands, 

Foremost  of  nations,  Columbia  stands  ; 
Freedom's  proud  banner  floats  in  the  skies, 

"Where  shouts  of  Liberty  daily  arise. 
"United  v.'e  stand,  divided  we  tall,'' 

Union  forever — freedom  to  all. 
Chorus. — Throughout  the  world  our  motto  shall  be, 
Yiva  FAmerica;  home  of  the  free. 
Should  ever  traitor  rise  in  the  land, 

Curs'd  be  his  homestead,  withei'd  his  hand; 
Shame  be  his  memory,  scorn  be  his  lot, 

Exile  his  heritage,  his  name  a  blot; 
"United  we  stand,  divided  we  fall," 

Granting  a  home  and  freedom  to  all. 
Chorus.— Throughout  the  "vvorld,  &c. 
To  all  her  heroes,  Justice  and  Fame, 

To  all  her  foes,  a  traitor's  foul  name ; 
Our  "Stars  and  Stripes"  still  proudly  shall  wave 

Emblem  of  Liberty,  flag  of  the  brave, 
"United  we  stand,  divided  we  fall," 

Gladly  we'll  die  at  our  country's  call. 
Ch®rus.— Throughout  the  world.  &c. 


MARSEILLES  HYMN. 

Ye  sons  of  Freedom,  awake  to  glory, 

Hark !  hark !  what  myriads  bid  you  rise  I 
Your  children,  wives,  and  grandsires  hoary, 

Behold  their  tears  and  hear  their  cries. 
Shall  hateful  tyrants,  mischiefs  breeding, 
With  hireling  hosts,  a  ruflSan  band, 
Affright  and  desolate  the  land, 
While  peace  and  liberty  lie  bleeding? 
To  arms!  to  arms!  ye  brave! 

Th'  avenging  sword  unsheath: 
March  on!  march  on !  all  hearts  resolv'd 
On  victory  or  death. 
0  Liberty  !  can  man  resign  thee, 

Once  having  felt  thy  generous  flame? 
Can  dungeons,  bolts,  or  bars  coniine  thee? 

Or  whips  thy  noble  spirit  tame? 
Too  long  the  world  has  wept,  bewailing 

That  falsehood.s  dagger  tyrants  wield, 
But  freedom  is  our  sword  and  shield. 
And  all  their  arts  are  unavailing. 

To  arms  !  to  arms'  ye  brave;  &c. 


JUVENILE  CONCERTS. 


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Farewell.  . 

Ye  sisters  farewell,  farewell ! 
Ye  whispering  bushes,  where  bright  water  gushes, 
Ye  wandering  streams,  ye  wandering  streams, 
Of  you  while  here  I'm  dreaming, 
The  tears  are  slowly  streaming. 
Ye  sisters,  farewell ; 
Ye  sisters,  farewell,  farewell. 
Ye  brothers  farewell,  farewell ! 
Ye  sons  of  the  mountain,  by  brook  and  by  fountain. 
So  dear  to  the  heart,  so  dear  to  the  heart, 
No  more  I  hear  you  sounding. 
From  peak  to  peak  rebounding. 
Ye  brothers,  farewell 
Ye  brothers,  farewell,  farewell. 
Ye  friends,  O  farewell,  farewell! 
We;  thank  you  for  lending  your  kind  attention. 
With  all  that  we  love,  with  all  that  we  love, 
Our  heart's-home  art  thou,  ever. 
Can  we  forget  ye  1    Never !  &c 

The  Gentlemen  Workers. 

1,  Is^  Dlv^  I  am  a  little  farmer, 

My  produce  all  is  cheap  ; 
2d  Div,  And  I'm  a  little  miller. 

The  nicest  flour  I  keep  ; 
3c?  Div,  And  I'm  a  little  haher. 

As  neat  as  e'er  was  seen ; 
4d  Div.  And  I'm  a  little  butcher, 

My  meat  is  fresh  and  clean. 
V/,  Cho,  Tra  la  la,  &c. 

2.  \st  Div,  I  am  a  little  hlacksmiih, 

I'll  set  your  horse's  shoe 
2f/  Div,  And  I'm  a  little  carperder, 

'  I'll  make  a  house  for  you  ; 
3J  Div,  And  I'm  a  little  tailor, 


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glNGlNO  BOOK  ?0 


*I  warrant  all  my  suits ; 
4:ih  Div^  A  shoemaker  am  I,  sir, — 

Prav,  buy  a  pair  of  boots 
W.  Cho^  Tra  la  la,  &c 
3.    1st  Din,  I  am  a  little  hatter^ 

Your  head  I'll  cover  well ; 
2 J  Dtv,  And  I'm  a  little  tinner, 

My  wares  I  wish  to  sell ; 
3c?  Dit\  And  Tm  a  little /)am/er. 

Don't  let  your  house  get  gray, 
ah  Div^  And  I  am  a  little  dentist 

Don't  let  your  teeth  decay. 
TV  Cko.  Tra  la  la,  &c. 

Finishing  Chorus  * 
We  all  are  merry  Workers^ 

We'll  keep  in  pleasant  mood  ; 
No  matter  what  our  trade  is, 

If  we're  but  doing  good. 
The  world  is  wide  and  needy, 

And  if  we  all  are  true, 
The  world  will  be  the  better 

For  what  we  Workers  do» 

FADED  FLOWERS. 

The  flowers  I  saw  in  the  wild  wood. 

Have  since  dropped  their  beautiful  leaves, 
And  the  many  dear  friends  of  my  childhood, 

Have  slumbered  for  years  in  their  graves ; 
But  the  bloom  on  the  flowers  I  remember, 

Though  their  smiles  I  shall  never  more  see, 
For  the  cold  chilly  winds  of  December 

Stole  my  flowers,  my  companions,  from  me. 
The  roses  may  bloom  on  the  morrow, 

And  many  dear  friends  I  have  won, 
But  my  heart  can  part  with  but  sorrow, 

When  T  think      the  on^s  that  aro  ^on<». 


JDVENILE  CONCERTS. 


es 


'Tis  no  wonder  that  I  am  broken-hearted, 

And  stricken  with  sorrow  should  be, 
For  we  have  met,  we  have  loved,  v;e  have  parted, 

My  flowers,  my  companions,  and  me. 
How  dark  looks  this  world,  and  how  dreary, 

When  we  part  from  the  ones  that  we  love, 
But  there's  rest  for  the  faint  and  the  weary, 

And  friends  meet  with  lost  ones  above  ; 
Bat  in  heaven  I  con  but  remember, 

VVhen  from  earth  my  proud  soul  shall  be  free, 
That  no  cold  chilly  winds  of  December 

Shall  steal  my  companions  from  me. 

BOK'T  YQU  HSAE  THE  AHGSL3  COMING  ? 

1.  Holy  angels  in  their  flight, 

Traverse  over  earth  and  sky, 
Acts  of  kindness  their  delight. 
Winged  with  mercy  as  they  fiy, 
Chorus. — Don't  you  hear  them  ?  coming  over  hill 
and  plain, 

Scattering  music  in  their  heavenly  train! 
Oh!  don't  you  hear  the  angels  coming, 
singing  as  they  come] 
^  Oh  !  bear  me  angels,  angels  bear  me  home. 

2.  Tho'  their  forms  we  cannot  see, 

They  attend  and  guard  our  v.ay, 
Till  we  join  their  company 
In  the  fields  of  heavenly  day. 
Chorus. — Don't  you  hear,  &c. 

3.  Had  we  but  an  angel's  v*^ing, 

And  an  angel's  heart  of  fiame 
Oh,  how  sweetly  would  we  ring 

Tluo'  the  world  the  Saviour's  Ltnh©. 
Chorus. — Don't  you  hear,  &c. 


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4.    Yet  methinks  if  1  should  die, 
And  become  an  angel  too, 
I,  perhaps,  like  them  might  fly, 
And  the  Saviour's  bidding  do. 
Chorus.— Don't  you  hear,  &;c. 


A  social  song 
Battle  Cry 
Be  earful  of  your  money,  boys 
Colony  Times, 

Come,  0  come  with  me  . 

Dear  Mother  I've  come  home  to  die 

Dont  be  angry  Mother 

Don't  you  hear  the  Angels  com. 

E  Pluribus  Uunm. 

Fairy  Belle        -      -  - 

Faded  Flowers, 

Farev/ell 

Good  "News  from  Dixie's 
German  Chorus.  . 
Good  night 
Good  night 

He  doeth  all  things  well 
Home  sweet  home  , 
Mail  Columbia 
Ho,!  for  the  Gunboats,  . 
Hurra  for  our  Union 
I'll  awake  at  the  dawn 
Indian  Chief 

1  wandered  by  the  Brookside 
In  Olden  Times 
I'll  be  a  man 

June  lovely  June. — Round 
Let  us  cheerful  be 
Little  Edward 
Lovely  Rose 
Little  things 
Marseiles  Hymn, 
Morning's  Rudy  beams  - 
Morning  song 
Mountaineer's  Farewell 
Mid-uight  hour  . 
Morning 

Marching  Along  , 

Music  in  the  air 

My  boy,  how  can  I  seeyoa  die? 

No  One  to  Love 

No  one  like  a  Mother. 


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j  Napoleon's  grave 

Nearer  by  home         .         ,  27 

Overboard  the  tea  it  goes  2i 

O  God,  preserve  the  mariner  46 

pleasure  of  War  .         .  22 

pleasure  in  singing         ,         .  38 

Round  for  three  classes         .  39 

Round  for  four  classes    .  42 

Round  for  four  voices     .  42 

Round  .  ,  64 

.Revelie      -        -         -  26 

Silent  night    .  .  15 

Silence         .         ,         .  14 

Sleepy  time    .  .  39 

Sundays  Scholar's  Invitation  31 

Sweet  hour  of  praver      -      -  50 

That  beautiful  land  45 

The  Flag  of  the  Free        •      .  18 

That's  what's  the  matter      -      •  14 

The  Sabbath  Bell  31 

The  dying  child  to  her  mother  10 


The  S.  S.  S.  experience 
The  gem  of  temperance 
The  hunters  . 
The  foot  traveller 
The  Minstrel 
The  sailor  boy's  carrol 
The  star-spangled  banner 


13 

22 
27 
28 
28 
32 
33 


The  dying  child  appeal  to  her  35 


The  drunkards  little  boy 
The  Young  Rider 
The  Hobby  Horse 
The  limpid  stream  I  call  my 
Temperance-song 
The  truant  boy 
The  gentlemen  workers 
The  Soldier  to  his  mother  , 
Uncle  Sam's  Farw 
Vive  La  Company 
Viva  I'America 
Wh^Vil)  care  for  mother  now 
We  come  again 
When  this  Cruel  Wz,T  is  over 


